As she read it, she could not refrain from thinking how wonderfully Frank Greystock would plead the cause of the Indian prince, if the privilege of pleading it could be given to him.
The spring had come round, with May and the London butterflies, at the time at which our story begins, and during six months Frank Greystock had not been at Fawn Court.

Then one day Lady Eustace came down with her ponies, and her footman, and a new dear friend of hers, Miss Macnulty.

While Miss Macnulty was being honoured by Lady Fawn, Lizzie had retreated to a corner with her old dear friend Lucy Morris.

It was pretty to see how so wealthy and fashionable a woman as Lady Eustace could show so much friendship to a governess.

"Have you seen Frank, lately ?" said Lady Eustace, referring to her cousin the barrister.
"Not for ever so long," said Lucy, with her cheeriest smile.
"He is not going to prove a false knight ?" asked Lady Eustace, in her lowest whisper.
"I don't know that Mr.Greystock is much given to knighthood at all," said Lucy,--"unless it is to being made Sir Francis by his party." "Nonsense, my dear; as if I didn't know.