"Of course it wouldn't do for you to go even to Clara," said Lady Fawn,--who seemed to think that there still might be some delay before Frank Greystock would be ready for his wife.

"You know, my dear, that he isn't rich;--not for a member of Parliament.

I suppose he makes a good income, but I have always heard that he was a little backward when he began.

Of course, you know, nobody need be in a hurry." Then Lucy began to think that if Frank should wish to postpone his marriage,--say for three or four years,--she might even yet become a burthen on her friend.

"But don't you be frightened," continued Lady Fawn; "you shall never want a home as long as I have one to give you.