For my part I should be as well pleased;" and Lady Lufton's voice was not friendly, for she was thinking of that farm in Oxfordshire.

The imprudence of the young is very sore to the prudence of their elders.
No woman could be less covetous, less grasping than Lady Lufton; but the sale of a portion of the old family property was to her as the loss of her own heart's blood.
"Here is the letter, Lady Lufton; perhaps you had better read it;" and Fanny handed it to her, again keeping back the postscript.

She had read and re-read the letter downstairs, but could not make out whether her husband had intended her to show it.

From the line of the argument she thought that he must have done so.

At any rate he said for himself more than she could say for him, and so, probably, it was best that her ladyship should see it.