Lucy had
been a hypocrite, for she had confessed to herself, while dressing,
that Lord Lufton had been very pleasant; but then it is allowed to
young ladies to be hypocrites when the subject under discussion is
the character of a young gentleman.
Soon after that Lucy did dine at Framley Court. Captain Culpepper, in
spite of his enormity with reference to Gatherum Castle, was still
staying there, as was also a clergyman from the neighbourhood of
Barchester with his wife and daughter. This was Archdeacon Grantly,
a gentleman whom we have mentioned before, and who was as well known
in the diocese as the bishop himself--and more thought about by many
clergymen than even that illustrious prelate. Miss Grantly was a
young lady not much older than Lucy Robarts, and she also was quiet,
and not given to much talking in open company. She was decidedly a
beauty, but somewhat statuesque in her loveliness. Her forehead was
high and white, but perhaps too like marble to gratify the taste
of those who are fond of flesh and blood. Her eyes were large and
exquisitely formed, but they seldom showed much emotion. She, indeed,
was impassive herself, and betrayed but little of her feelings. Her
nose was nearly Grecian, not coming absolutely in a straight line
from her forehead, but doing so nearly enough to entitle it to be
considered as classical.
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