whom Lady Fawn had as yet been blessed, and of course Lucy must go the
Hittaways.

She was but a little thing; and it cannot be said of her, as of Lady
Eustace, that she was a beauty. The charm of her face consisted in the
peculiar, watery brightness of her eyes, in the corners of which it would
always seem that a diamond of a tear was lurking whenever any matter of
excitement was afoot. Her light-brown hair was soft and smooth and pretty.
As hair it was very well, but it had no specialty. Her mouth was somewhat
large, but full of ever-varying expression. Her forehead was low and
broad, with prominent temples, on which it Was her habit to clasp tightly
her little outstretched fingers, as she sat listening to you. Of listeners
she was the very best, for she would always be saying a word or two, just
to help you--the best word that could be spoken--and then again she would
be hanging on your lips. There are listeners who show by their mode of
listening that they listen as a duty, not because they are interested.
Lucy Morris was not such a one. She would take up your subject, whatever
it was, and make it her own. There was forward just then a question as to
whether the Sawab of Mygawb should have twenty millions of rupees paid to
him and be placed upon a throne, or whether he should be kept in prison
all his life. The British world generally could not be made to interest
itself about the Sawab, but Lucy positively mastered the subject, and
almost got Lord Fawn into a difficulty by persuading him to stand up
against his chief on behalf of the injured Prince.

What else can be said of her face or personal appearance that will
interest a reader? When she smiled there was the daintiest little dimple
on her cheek. And when she laughed, that little nose, which was not as
well-shaped a nose as it might have been, would almost change its shape
and cock itself up in its mirth. Her hands were very thin and long, and so