She hated Lady
Linlithgow. During her father's lifetime, when she hoped to be able to
settle herself before his death, she was not in the habit of concealing
her hatred for Lady Linlithgow. Lady Linlithgow was not indeed amiable or
easily managed. But when the admiral died, Lizzie did not hesitate for a
moment in going to the old "vulturess," as she was in the habit of calling
the countess in her occasional correspondence with the girls at
Bobsborough.
The admiral died greatly in debt--so much so that it was a marvel how
tradesmen had trusted him. There was literally nothing left for anybody;
and Messrs. Harter & Benjamin of Old Bond Street condescended to call at
Lady Linlithgow's house in Brook Street, and to beg that the jewels
supplied during the last twelve months might be returned. Lizzie protested
that there were no jewels--nothing to signify, nothing worth restoring.
Lady Linlithgow had seen the diamonds, and demanded an explanation. They
had been "parted with," by the admiral's orders--so said Lizzie--for the
payment of other debts. Of this Lady Linlithgow did not believe a word,
but she could not get at any exact truth.
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