Vyse to help you. A gentleman is such a stand-by."
Mrs. Honeychurch, who had come up to town with her daughter,
began to drum nervously upon her card-case.
"We think it so good of Mr. Vyse to spare you," Miss Catharine
continued. "It is not every young man who would be so unselfish.
But perhaps he will come out and join you later on."
"Or does his work keep him in London?" said Miss Teresa, the more
acute and less kindly of the two sisters.
"However, we shall see him when he sees you off. I do so long to
see him."
"No one will see Lucy off," interposed Mrs. Honeychurch. "She
doesn't like it."
"No, I hate seeings-off," said Lucy.
"Really? How funny! I should have thought that in this case--"
"Oh, Mrs. Honeychurch, you aren't going? It is such a pleasure to
have met you!"
They escaped, and Lucy said with relief: "That's all right. We
just got through that time."
But her mother was annoyed. "I should be told, dear, that I am
unsympathetic. But I cannot see why you didn't tell your friends
about Cecil and be done with it.
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