was the only method of showing itself of which her good-humor was cognizant. But let me ask of her enemies whether it is not as good a method as any other known to be extant? Under such orders as these, obedience was of course a necessity, and he promised that he, with his wife, would come across to dinner. And then, when he went away, Lady Lufton ordered her carriage.
During these doings at Framley Lucy Robarts still remained at Hogglestock, nursing Mrs. Crawley. Nothing occurred to take her back to Framley; for the same note from Fanny which gave her the first tidings of the arrival of the Philistines, told her also of their departure, and also of the source from whence relief had reached them. "Don't come, therefore, for that reason," said the note, "but, nevertheless, do come as quickly as you can, for the whole house is sad without you."
On the morning after the receipt of this note Lucy was sitting, as was now usual with her, beside an old arm-chair to which her patient had lately been promoted. The fever had gone, and Mrs. Crawley was slowly regaining her strength—very slowly, and with frequent caution from the Silverbridge doctor that any attempt at being well too fast might again precipitate her into an abyss of illness and domestic inefficiency.
"I really think I can get about to-morrow," said she; "and then, dear Lucy, I need not keep you longer from your home."
"You are in a great hurry to get rid of me, I think. I suppose Mr. Crawley has been complaining again about the cream in his tea." Mr. Crawley had on one occasion stated his assured conviction that surreptitious daily supplies were being brought into the house, because he had detected the presence of cream instead of milk in his own cup. As, however, the cream had been going for sundry days before this, Miss Robarts had not thought much of his ingenuity in making the discovery.
"Ah! you do not know how he speaks of you when your back is turned."
"And how does he speak of me? I know you would not have the courage to tell me the whole."
"No, I have not, for you would think it absurd, coming from one who looks like him. He says that if he were to write a poem about womanhood he would make you the heroine."
