Lord Lufton had spoken to her as though he had really cared to know her; and she, unconsciously, had been taken by the compliment.
Lord Lufton, indeed, had not thought much about it--excepting as thus, that he liked the glance of a pair of bright eyes, as most other young men do like it.

But, on this occasion, the evening had been so dark, that he had hardly seen Lucy's eyes at all.
"Well, Lucy, I hope you liked your companion," Mrs.Robarts said, as the three of them clustered round the drawing-room fire before dinner.
"Oh, yes; pretty well," said Lucy.
"That is not at all complimentary to his lordship." "I did not mean to be complimentary, Fanny." "Lucy is a great deal too matter-of-fact for compliments," said Mark.
"What I meant was, that I had no great opportunity for judging, seeing that I was only with Lord Lufton for about ten minutes." "Ah! but there are girls here who would give their eyes for ten minutes of Lord Lufton to themselves.

You do not know how he's valued.

He has the character of being always able to make himself agreeable to ladies at half a minute's warning." "Perhaps he had not the half-minute's warning in this case," said Lucy,--hypocrite that she was.
"Poor Lucy," said her brother; "he was coming up to see Ponto's shoulder, and I am afraid he was thinking more about the dog than you." "Very likely," said Lucy; and then they went in to dinner.

Lucy had been a hypocrite, for she had confessed to herself, while dressing, that Lord Lufton had been very pleasant; but then it is allowed to young ladies to be hypocrites when the subject under discussion is the character of a young gentleman.
Soon after that Lucy did dine at Framley Court.