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Will he have known me?" whispered Lucy, tremulously. "And if he does, love?" said Richard. "Oh! if he does, dearest I don't know, but I feel such a presentiment. You have not spoken of him to-night, Richard. Is he good?" "Good?" Richard clutched her hand for the innocent maiden phrase. "He's very fond of eating; that's all I know of Adrian." Her hand was at his lips when Tom returned.
"Your boy can put up the horse at the stable, and you are heartily welcome. But the house is pretty full, and we can't make you as comfortable as we should wish at night; but still we will do our best." Vincent and Lucy were soon seated by the fire. Their hostess bustled about preparing supper for them, and the children, of whom the house seemed full, stared shyly at the newcomers.
In her own mind she had been weaving a pretty little romance for Lionel; and it was her dread, lest that romance should be interfered with, which had called up her fears, touching Lucy Tempest. "My darling Lionel, you know where you might go and choose a wife," she said. "I have long wished that you would do it. Beauty, rank, wealth you may win them for the asking."
"When my father lay dead," said Lucy, with a grave and sad sternness in her manner, "he who is now no more sent no proxy to perform the last duties of a brother; neither will I send one to discharge those of a niece, and prove that I have forgotten the gratitude of a daughter. Drive on!"
"It is all arranged, indeed it is," were the first words which reached their ears, and these came from Lucy. "There will be no trouble at all, and no expense, and they shall all come back as soon as Mrs. Crawley is able to get out of bed." "But, Miss Robarts, I can assure " That was Mr.
Oh, how could he, how could anyone, be so cruel? her father getting an old man! and she, who had never quarrelled with him who had nursed Lucy! So she wailed, gradually recovering her poor shaken soul calming it, indeed, all the while out of sight, with quick piteous words of prayer and submission. David stood by, pale with rage and sympathy. But what could he do?
The least pleasant part of my recent projected departure was the constantly remembered fact that I was about to put a distance of many miles between myself and you. It grew all too palpable towards the last." Lucy laughed and drew away her hand, her radiant countenance falling before the gaze of Lionel.
'Take her to the supper-room, Harry. 'But she'll tell me the story of how she lost her purse at the Army and Navy Stores, Lucy. 'You can bear hearing it better than mother can. Besides, she'll not finish it; she never does. Sir Harry groaned, but like an obedient lover intercepted a withered old dame who was the greatest bore in the town.
An' she says what he needed to marry for, anyway, Heaven only knows, with his whole life laid pleasantly out to suit him, an' a strong an' able-bodied mother ready an' smilin' to hand him whatever he wanted just as quick as he wanted it. An' she says she never asked him to do nothin' as she could possibly do herself an' the way Lucy orders him about! well, she says it's beyond all belief.
Only a certain paleness in her bright cheek, a certain dreamy habit that Lucy had not before noticed in her; a restlessness at night which the thin partitions of the old inn sometimes made audible, betrayed that the youth in her was fighting its first suffering, and fighting to win. Lucy had never dared to speak still less to pity.
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