Frank could hardly marry a wife without a shilling.

Lucy would certainly not think at all of shillings.

Frank,--as Lizzie knew,--had been almost at her feet within the last fortnight, and might, in some possible emergency, be there again.

In the midst of such circumstances nothing could be better than that Frank and Lucy should be thrown together.
Lizzie regarded all this as romance.

Poor Lady Fawn, had she known it all, would have called it diabolical wickedness and inhuman cruelty.
"Well, Lucy;--what do you think of it ?" Frank Greystock said to her.
"Think of what, Mr.Greystock ?" "You know what I mean;--this marriage ?" "How should I be able to think?
I have never seen them together.