"They are, all quite well, thank you," said Lord Fawn.

"I believe Miss Morris is quite well, though she was a little out of sorts last night." "She is not ill, I hope," said Lizzie, bringing the lustrous lock forward again.
"In her temper, I mean," said Lord Fawn.
"Indeed! I hope Miss Lucy is not forgetting herself.

That would be very sad, after the great kindness she has received." Lord Fawn said that it would be very sad, and then put his hat down upon the floor.
It came upon Lizzie at that moment, as by a flash of lightning,--by an electric message delivered to her intellect by that movement of the hat,--that she might be sure of Lord Fawn if she chose to take him.

On Friday she might have been sure of Frank,--only that Lady Linlithgow came in the way.

But now she did not feel at all sure of Frank.