"It is
Justinia," she said to herself; and her heart became disturbed at the
idea of again discussing the morning's adventure. "What am I to do,"
she had said to herself before, "if she wants me to beg her pardon? I
will not own before her that he is in the wrong."
And then the door opened--for the visitor made her entrance without
the aid of any servant--and Lady Lufton herself stood before her.
"Fanny," she said at once, "I have come to beg your pardon."
"Oh, Lady Lufton!"
"I was very much harassed when you came to me just now;--by more
things than one, my dear. But, nevertheless, I should not have spoken
to you of your husband as I did, and so I have come to beg your
pardon." Mrs. Robarts was past answering by the time that this was
said, past answering at least in words; so she jumped up, and with
her eyes full of tears, threw herself into her old friend's arms.
"Oh, Lady Lufton!" she sobbed forth again.
"You will forgive me, won't you?" said her ladyship, as she returned
her young friend's caress. "Well, that's right. I have not been at
all happy since you left my den this morning, and I don't suppose you
have. But, Fanny, dearest, we love each other too well, and know each
other too thoroughly, to have a long quarrel, don't we?"
"Oh, yes, Lady Lufton.
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