t," said Lady
Fawn to her daughter Amelia. Amelia replied only by shaking her head.

On the Tuesday morning there came a note from Lord Fawn to his
lady-love. Of course the letter was not shown, but Lizzie received it
at the breakfast table, and read it with many little smiles and signs
of satisfaction. And then she gave out various little statements as
having been made in that letter. He says this, and he says that, and
he is coming here, and going there, and he will do one thing, and
he won't do the other. We have often seen young ladies crowing over
their lovers' letters, and it was pleasant to see Lizzie crowing over
hers. And yet there was but very little in the letter. Lord Fawn told
her that what with the House and what with the Office, he could not
get down to Richmond before Saturday; but that on Saturday he would
come. Then he signed himself "yours affectionately, Fawn." Lizzie
did her crowing very prettily. The outward show of it was there
to perfection,--so that the Fawn girls really believed that their
brother had written an affectionate lover's letter. Inwardly, Lizzie
swore to herself, as she read the cold words with indignation, that
the man should not escape her.

The days went by very tediously. On the Wednesday and the Friday Lady
Eustace made an excuse of going up to town, and insisted on taking
the unfortunate Augusta with her. There was no real reason for these
journeys to London,--unless that glance which on each occasion
was given to the contents of the iron case was a real reason. The
diamonds were safe, and Miss Macnulty was enjoying herself. On the
Friday Lizzie proposed to Augusta that they should jointly make a
raid upon the member of Her Majesty's Government at his office; but
Augusta positively refused to take such a step. "I know he would
be angry," pleaded Augusta. "Psha! who cares for his anger?" said
Lizzie. But the visit was not made.

On the Saturday,--the Saturday which was to bring Lord Fawn down to
dinner,--another most unexpected visitor made his appearance. At
about three o'clock Frank Greystock was at Fawn Court. Now it was
certainly understood that Mr. Greystock had been told not to come to
Fawn Court as long as Lucy Morris was there. "Dear Mr. Greystock, I'm
sure you will take what I say as I mean it," Lady Fawn had whispered
to him. "You know how attached we all are to our dear little Lucy.
Perhaps you know--." There had been more of it; but the meaning of it
all was und