CHAPTER XI
LORD FAWN AT HIS OFFICE
The news was soon all about London, as Lizzie had intended. She had made a
sudden resolve that Lord Fawn should not escape her, and she had gone to
work after the fashion we have seen. Frank Greystock had told John
Eustace, and John Eustace had told Mr. Camperdown before Lord Fawn
himself, in the slow prosecution of his purpose, had consulted the lawyer
about the necklace. "God bless my soul; Lord Fawn!" the old lawyer had
said when the news was communicated to him. "Well, yes; he wants money. I
don't envy him; that's all. We shall get the diamonds now, John. Lord Fawn
isn't the man to let his wife keep what doesn't belong to her." Then,
after a day or two, Lord Fawn had himself gone to Mr. Camperdown's
chambers. "I believe I am to congratulate you, my lord," said the lawyer.
"I'm told you are going to marry--well, I mustn't really say another of my
clients, but the widow of one of them. Lady Eustace is a very beautiful
woman, and she has a very pretty income too. She has the whole of the
Scotch property for her life."
"It's only for her life, I suppose?" said Lord Fawn.
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