minx," Lizzie would say playfully, "but you know they are all asses." Lucy
by no means thought that the Greystocks were asses, and was very strongly
of opinion that one of them was as far removed from being an ass as any
human being she had ever known. This one was Frank Greystock the
barrister. Of Frank Greystock some special--but, let it be hoped, very
short--description must be given by and by. For the present it will be
sufficient to declare that, during that short Easter holiday which he
spent at his father's house in Bobsborough, he found Lucy Morris to be a
most agreeable companion.

"Remember her position," said Mrs. Dean to her son.

"Her position! Well, and what is her position, mother?"

"You know what I mean, Frank. She is as sweet a girl as ever lived, and a
perfect lady. But with a governess, unless you mean to marry her, you
should be more careful than with another girl, because you may do her such
a world of mischief."

"I don't see that at all."

"If Lady Fawn knew that she had an admirer, Lady Fawn would not let her
come into her house."

"Then Lady Fawn is an idiot. If a girl be admirable, of course she will be
admired. Who can hinder it?"

"You know what I mean, Frank."

"Yes, I do; well. I don't suppose I can afford to marry Lucy Morris. At