Old dresses will wear as well at
Framley as at Hogglestock." From all which it will appear that Mrs.
Crawley and Lucy Robarts had become very intimate during this period
of the nursing; as two women always will, or, at least, should do,
when shut up for weeks together in the same sick room.
The conversation was still going on between them when the sound of
wheels was heard upon the road. It was no highway that passed before
the house, and carriages of any sort were not frequent there.
"It is Fanny, I am sure," said Lucy, rising from her chair.
"There are two horses," said Mrs. Crawley, distinguishing the noise
with the accurate sense of hearing which is always attached to
sickness; "and it is not the noise of the pony-carriage."
"It is a regular carriage," said Lucy, speaking from the window, "and
stopping here. It is somebody from Framley Court, for I know the
servant." As she spoke a blush came to her forehead. Might it not be
Lord Lufton, she thought to herself--forgetting, at the moment, that
Lord Lufton did not go about the country in a close chariot with a
fat footman. Intimate as she had become with Mrs. Crawley she had
said nothing to her new friend on the subject of her love affair. The
carriage stopped, and down came the footman, but nobody spoke to him
from the inside.
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