But then Lady Fawn hated Lady Linlithgow as only two old women can hate each other;--and she had not heard the story of the diamond necklace.
Lucy Morris certainly was a treasure,--a treasure though no heroine.
She was a sweetly social, genial little human being whose presence in the house was ever felt to be like sunshine.

She was never forward, but never bashful.

She was always open to familiar intercourse without ever putting herself forward.

There was no man or woman with whom she would not so talk as to make the man or woman feel that the conversation was remarkably pleasant,--and she could do the same with any child.

She was an active, mindful, bright, energetic little thing to whom no work ever came amiss.