now she looked forward with an undefined dread to the first moment in which she should see him.
And then she thought of a certain evening she had passed at Framley Court, and acknowledged to herself that there was some pleasure in looking back to that. Griselda Grantly had been there, and all the constitutional powers of the two families had been at work to render easy a process of love-making between her and Lord Lufton. Lucy had seen and understood it all, without knowing that she understood it, and had, in a certain degree, suffered from beholding it. She had placed herself apart, not complaining—painfully conscious of some inferiority, but, at the same time, almost boasting to herself that in her own way she was the superior. And then he had come behind her chair, whispering to her, speaking to her his first words of kindness and good-nature, and she had resolved that she would be his friend—his friend, even though Griselda Grantly might be his wife. What those resolutions were worth had soon become manifest to her. She had soon confessed to herself the result of that friendship, and had determined to bear her punishment with courage. But now—
She sat so for about an hour, and would fain have so sat out the day. But, as this could not be, she got up, and, having washed her face and eyes, returned to Mrs. Crawley's room. There she found Mr. Crawley also, to her great joy, for she knew that while he was there no questions would be asked of her. He was always very gentle to her, treating her with an old-fashioned polished respect—except when compelled, on that one occasion, by his sense of duty, to accuse her of mendacity respecting the purveying of victuals—but he had never become absolutely familiar with her, as his wife had done; and it was well for her now that he had not done so, for she could not have talked about Lady Lufton.
In the evening, when the three were present, she did manage to say that she expected Mrs. Robarts would come over on the following day.
"We shall part with you, Miss Robarts, with the deepest regret," said Mr. Crawley; "but we would not, on any account, keep you longer. Mrs. Crawley can do without you now. What she would have done had you not come to us, I am at a loss to think."
"I did not say that I should go," said Lucy.
