John Berwick Harwood, Once a Week (1863)
“ Did she, Lucy, know of the Heirloom? Impossible, unless a friend had whispered it in her ear. Mrs. Digby was too worldly-wise to have spoken on the topic, and the majority of our friends neither knew nor cared to suspect anything amiss. Still, I felt there was a barrier between us, invisible, but strong as adamant. I sometimes saw in Lucy’s eyes the old look of watchful fear that I had so early detected in those of my mother; but in the poor mother’s eyes there was love, deep, yearning love, to soften that detested scrutiny. Not so in Lucy’s frightened gaze. ”
