human
And how is poor Lucy?
gpt
Thank you, she is down stairs to-day,
human
Oh, I am so glad--for I heard such dismal accounts of her, last night, I could not help coming to see how she was. I won't ask to see her--but I do so pity her.
gpt
I suppose her story is half over the town, said Caroline;
human
Did not she though? said Miss Lovelace, with great interest, gathering materials, as she was, for the next visit.
gpt
Why, every one saw it long ago, and said she was dying for him--the wretch.
human
And what do people say now?
gpt
Why, you know, now, the truth is in every one's mouth--quite the talk of the day. How it was known that he was married, I cannot tell--but my maid told me--and all my partners were talking of it last night. I told young Philips I would never waltz with him again, if he did not find some innocent way of murdering Mrs. Beauclerc, and bringing Lucy's love affair to a happy conclusion. And the best of it is, young Philips himself has been as bad, for he has been wandering up and down the Circus like a mad thing, for this month past, trying to catch a sight of Miss Foster, and contented if he only saw her shadow pass the window.
human
What is that story about Miss Lucy Villars and Mr. Beauclerc? I heard something of it at the hunt, from young farmer Sykes--but I thought it might be delicate ground.