He had called on her once or twice at Fawn Court,--as why should he not?
Seeing that there had been friendship between the families for so many years, who could complain of that?
Lady Fawn, however, had--not complained, but just said a word.

A word in season, how good is it?
Lucy did not much regard the word spoken to herself; but when she reflected that a word must also have been spoken to Mr.
Greystock,--otherwise how should it have been that he never came again ?--that she did not like.
In herself she regarded this passion of hers as a healthy man regards the loss of a leg or an arm.

It is a great nuisance, a loss that maims the whole life,--a misfortune to be much regretted.

But because a leg is gone, everything is not gone.

A man with a wooden leg may stump about through much action, and may enjoy the keenest pleasures of humanity.