and she thought she had better marry. And then he's a
lord,--which always goes for something."

"I am sorry you should have so much trouble," said Mrs. Greystock.
But in truth the mother was not sorry. She did not declare to herself
that it would be a good thing that her son should be false to Lucy
Morris in order that he might marry his rich cousin; but she did
feel it to be an advantage that he should be on terms of intimacy
with so large an income as that belonging to Lady Eustace. "Doan't
thou marry for munny, but goa where munny is." Mrs. Greystock would
have repudiated the idea of mercenary marriages in any ordinary
conversation, and would have been severe on any gentleman who was
false to a young lady. But it is so hard to bring one's general
principles to bear on one's own conduct or in one's own family;--and
then the Greystocks were so peculiar a people! When her son told her
that he must go down to Scotland again very shortly, she reconciled
herself to his loss. Had he left Bobsborough for the sake of being
near Lucy at Richmond, she would have felt it very keenly.

Days passed by, and nothing was said about poor Lucy. Mrs. Greystock
had made up her mind that she would say nothing on the subject.
Lucy had behaved badly in allowing herself to be loved by a man who
ought to have loved money, and Mrs. Greystock had resolved that she
would show her feelings by silence. The dean had formed no fixed
determination, but he had thought that it might be, perhaps, as well
to drop the subject. Frank himself was unhappy about it; but from
morning to evening, and from day to day, he allowed it to pass by
without a word. He knew that it should not be so, that such silence
was in truth treachery to Lucy;--but he was silent. What had he meant
when, as he left Lizzie Eustace among the rocks at Portray,--in that
last moment,--he had assured her that he would be true to her? And
what had been Lizzie's meaning? He was more sure of Lizzie's meaning
than he was of his own. "It's a very rough world to live in," he said
to himself in these days as he thought of his difficulties.

But when he had been nearly a week at the deanery, and when the day
of his going was so near as to be a matter of concern, his sister did
at last venture to say a word about Lucy. "I suppose there is nothing
settled about your own marriage, Frank?"

"Nothing at all."

"Nor will be for some while?"

"Nor will be,--for some while." This he said in a ton