to a corner with her old dear friend Lucy Morris. It was pretty to see how
so wealthy and fashionable a woman as Lady Eustace could show so much
friendship to a governess. "Have you seen Frank lately?" said Lady
Eustace, referring to her cousin the barrister.

"Not for ever so long," said Lucy with her cheeriest smile.

"He is not going to prove a false knight?" asked Lady Eustace, in her
lowest whisper.

"I don't know that Mr. Greystock is much given to knighthood at all," said
Lucy, "unless it is to being made Sir Francis by his party."

"Nonsense, my dear; as if I didn't know. I suppose Lady Fawn has been
interfering, like an old cat as she is."

"She is not an old cat, Lizzie! and I won't hear her called so. If you
think so, you shouldn't come here. And she hasn't interfered. That is, she
has done nothing that she ought not to have done."

"Then she has interfered," said Lady Eustace, as she got up and walked
across the room with a sweet smile to the old cat.




CHAPTER IV

FRANK GREYSTOCK