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"But what shall I say to her?" "Just explain to her that any young lady who talks so much to the same young gentleman will certainly be observed that people will accuse her of setting her cap at Lord Lufton. Not that I suspect her I give her credit for too much proper feeling: I know her education has been good, and her principles are upright. But people will talk of her.
"I can't cut them down; the doctor would not let me." "Oh, no," said Mrs. Harold Smith, sighing; and in spite of her feeling she did visit Chaldicotes. But it was October before Lord Lufton was made a happy man; that is, if the fruition of his happiness was a greater joy than the anticipation of it.
Robarts, after sitting for an hour with his wife, did return again to Framley Court; and, after a considerable search, found Lord Lufton returning home to a late dinner. "Unless my mother asks her," said he, when the story had been told him. "That is nonsense. Surely you told her that such is not the way of the world."
People are rarely prophets in their own country, and Lucy was no prophet at Framley; she was none, at least, in the eyes of Lady Lufton. Once before, as may be remembered, she had had fears on this subject fears, not so much for her son, whom she could hardly bring herself to suspect of such a folly, but for Lucy, who might be foolish enough to fancy that the lord was in love with her.
You intend to imply that he has gone to Chaldicotes, because he likes it better than Framley Court; but that is not the case. I hope Lady Lufton does not think that it is." Lady Meredith laughed as she put her arm round her friend's waist. "Don't lose your eloquence in defending him to me," she said. "You'll want all that for my mother." "But is your mother angry?" asked Mrs.
As he drove home he almost made up his mind that he would consult Dr Thorne upon the matter. There were many younger men with whom he was very intimate, Frank Gresham, for instance, and Lord Lufton himself; but this was an affair which he hardly knew how to discuss with a young man. To Dr Thorne he thought that he could bring himself to tell the whole story.
But then Lady Lufton had given him a living and a wife, and Mrs. Proudie had given him nothing. Immediately after breakfast Mr. Robarts escaped to the Dragon of Wantly, partly because he had had enough of the matutinal Mrs. Proudie, and partly also in order that he might hurry his friends there.
"A very determined young lady," continued Lady Lufton. "Of course, my dear Fanny, you know all this about Ludovic and your sister-in-law?" "Yes, she has told me about it." "It is very unfortunate very." "I do not think Lucy has been to blame," said Mrs. Robarts; and as she spoke the blood was already mounting to her cheeks.
"If I were forced to put my objection into one word, I should say " and then she paused, hardly daring to encounter the frown which was already gathering itself on her son's brow. "You would say what?" said Lord Lufton, almost roughly. "Don't be angry with me, Ludovic; all that I think, and all that I say on this subject, I think and say with only one object that of your happiness.
Lord Lufton did at last give him the assurance that he desired, as they sat with their heads together over one of the coffee-room tables; and then Robarts promised that he would postpone his return to Framley till the Saturday, so that he might meet Sowerby at Lord Lufton's chambers in the Albany on the following afternoon.
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