Arthur sighed. Lucy was _reveuse._
Arthur broke silence first. "Lucy!"
"Yes, dear."
"When is she going?"
"Arthur, for shame! I won't tell you. To-morrow."
"Lucy," said Arthur, with a depth of feeling, "she spoils
everything!!!"
Next morning ---- _come back?_ What for? _I will have the
goodness to tell you what she said in his ear?_ Why, nothing.
_You are a female reader?_ Oh! that alters the case. To attempt
to deceive you would be cowardly, immoral; it would fail. She sighed,
"My preserver!" at which David had much ado not to laugh in her face.
Then she murmured still more softly, "You must come and see me at my
home before you sail--will you not? I insist" (in the tone of a
supplicant), "come, promise me."
"That I will--with pleasure," said David, flushing.
"Mind, it is a promise. Put me down. Lucy, come here and make him put
me down. I _will not_ be a burden to my friends."
CHAPTER VIII.
THAT same evening, Mrs. Bazalgette, being alone with Lucy in the
drawing-room, put her arm round that young lady's waist, and lovingly,
not seriously, as a man might have been apt to do, reminded her of her
honorable promise--not to be caught in the net of matrimony at Font
Abbey. Lucy answered, without embarrassment, that she claimed no merit
for keeping her word. No one had had the ill taste to invite her to
break it.
"You are either very sly or very blind," replied Mrs. Bazalgette,
quietly.
"Aunt!" said Lucy, piteously.
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