"Oh, no, no; of course not. There's been some mistake on her part; at
least, so I've been told. Women never understand. It's all as clear as
daylight. Had there been a second son, the second son would have had it.
As it is, it goes with the rest of the property, just as it ought to do,
you know. Four thousand a year isn't so bad, you know, considering that
she isn't more than a girl yet, and that she hadn't sixpence of her own.
When the admiral died, there wasn't sixpence, Lord Fawn."
"So I have heard."
"Not sixpence. It's all Eustace money. She had six or eight thousand
pounds, or something like that, besides. She's as lovely a young widow as
I ever saw, and very clever."
"Yes, she is clever."
"By-the-by, Lord Fawn, as you have done me the honour of calling, there's
a stupid mistake about some family diamonds."
"It is in respect to them that I've come," said Lord Fawn. Then Mr.
Camperdown, in his easy, off-hand way, imputing no blame to the lady in
the hearing of her future husband, and declaring his opinion that she was
doubtless unaware of its value, explained the matter of the necklace. Lord
Fawn listened, but said very little.
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