"Dearest Lizzie," he said.

"Dearest Frederic," she murmured.

"I shall write to my mother to-night," he said.

"Do, do, dear Frederic."

"And she will come to you at once, I am sure."

"I will receive her and love her as a mother," said Lizzie, with all her
energy. Then he kissed her again, her forehead and her lips, and took his
leave, promising to be with her at any rate on Wednesday.

"Lady Fawn!" she said to herself. The name did not sound so well as that
of Lady Eustace. But it is much to be a wife; and more to be a peeress.




CHAPTER IX

SHOWING WHAT THE MISS FAWNS SAID, AND WHAT MRS. HITTAWAY THOUGHT


In the way of duty Lord Fawn was a Hercules, not, indeed, "climbing trees
in the Hesperides," but achieving enterprises which to other men, if not
impossible, would have been so unpalatable as to have been put aside as
impracticable. On the Monday morning after he was accepted by Lady
Eustace, he was with his mother at Fawn Court before he went down to the