Lady Fawn had Amelia on one side and Lucy on the other.

"So Mr.Greystock was here to-day," Lady Fawn whispered into Lucy's ear.
"Yes; he was here." "Oh, Lucy!" "I did not bid him come, Lady Fawn." "I am sure of that, my dear;--but--but--" Then there was no more to be said on that subject on that occasion.
During the whole of the dinner the conversation was kept up at the other end of the table by Lizzie talking to Augusta across her lover.
This was done in such a manner as to seem to include Lord Fawn in every topic discussed.

Parliament, India, the Sawab, Ireland, the special privileges of the House of Lords, the ease of a bachelor life, and the delight of having at his elbow just such a rural retreat as Fawn Court,--these were the fruitful themes of Lizzie's eloquence.

Augusta did her part at any rate with patience; and as for Lizzie herself, she worked with that superhuman energy which women can so often display in making conversation under unfavourable circumstances.

The circumstances were unfavourable, for Lord Fawn himself would hardly open his mouth; but Lizzie persevered, and the hour of dinner passed over without any show of ill-humour, or of sullen silence.