The necklace during the whole day had been so heavy
on Lizzie's heart that she had been unable to apply her thoughts to the
building of that castle in the air in which the Corsair was to reign
supreme, but not alone. "My dear," she said--she generally called Miss
Macnulty my dear--"you know that box I had made by the jewellers."
"You mean the safe."
"Well--yes; only it isn't a safe. A safe is a great big thing. I had it
made especially for the diamonds Sir Florian gave me."
"I supposed it was so."
"I wonder whether there's any danger about it?"
"If I were you, Lady Eustace, I wouldn't keep them in the house. I should
have them kept where Sir Florian kept them. Suppose anybody should come
and murder you."
"I'm not a bit afraid of that," said Lizzie.
"I should be. And what will you do with it when you go to Scotland?"
"I took them with me before--in my own care. I know that wasn't safe. I
wish I knew what to do with them."
"There are people who keep such things," said Miss Macnulty.
Then Lizzie paused a moment. She was dying for counsel and for confidence.
"I cannot trust them anywhere," she said. "It is just possible there may
be a lawsuit about them.
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