I can beg your pardon, Lady Fawn, but not his.
Of course I had no right to talk about speeches, and politics, and this prince in your drawing-room." "Lucy, you astonish me." "But it is so.

Dear Lady Fawn, don't look like that.

I know how good you are to me.

I know you let me do things which other governesses mayn't do;--and say things; but still I am a governess, and I know I misbehaved--to you." Then Lucy burst into tears.
Lady Fawn, in whose bosom there was no stony corner or morsel of hard iron, was softened at once.

"My dear, you are more like another daughter to me than anything else." "Dear Lady Fawn!" "But it makes me unhappy when I see your mind engaged about Mr.
Greystock.