He, Frank, had, in the meantime, been down to Richmond, had taken Lucy to his arms as his future bride, and had been closeted with Lady Fawn.

As a man who was doing his duty by Lucy Morris, he was welcomed and made much of by her ladyship; but it had been impossible to leave Lizzie's name altogether unmentioned, and Frank had spoken as the champion of his cousin.

Of course there had arisen something of ill-feeling between the two.

Lady Fawn had taught herself to hate Lizzie, and was desirous that the match should be over, diamonds or no diamonds.

She could not quite say this to her visitor, but she showed her feeling very plainly.