She shifted her seat a little, and Lizzie was compelled to sit upright, and without support.
Hitherto Lady Fawn had said very little, and Lizzie's part was one difficult to play.

She had heard of that sermon read every Sunday evening at Fawn Court, and she believed that Lady Fawn was peculiarly religious.

"There," she said, stretching out her hand backwards and clasping the book which lay upon the small table,--"there; that shall be my guide.

That will teach me how to do my duty by my noble husband." Lady Fawn in some surprise took the book from Lizzie's hand, and found that it was the Bible.

"You certainly can't do better, my dear, than read your Bible," said Lady Fawn,--but there was more of censure than of eulogy in the tone of her voice.