He especially did not say that Lady
Eustace had had the stones valued. "They're real, I suppose?" he asked.
Mr. Camperdown assured him that no diamonds more real had ever come from
Golconda, or passed through Mr. Garnett's hands.
"They are as well known as any family diamonds in England," said Mr.
Camperdown. "She has got into bad hands," continued Mr. Camperdown.
"Mowbray & Mopus; horrible people; sharks, that make one blush for one's
profession, and I was really afraid there would have been trouble. But, of
course, it'll be all right now; and if she'll only come to me, tell her
I'll do everything I can to make things straight and comfortable for her.
If she likes to have another lawyer, of course, that's all right. Only
make her understand who Mowbray & Mopus are. It's quite out of the
question, Lord Fawn, that your wife should have anything to do with
Mowbray & Mopus." Every word that Mr. Camperdown said was gospel to Lord
Fawn.
And yet, as the reader will understand, Mr. Camperdown had by no means
expressed his real opinion in this interview. He had spoken of the widow
in friendly terms, declaring that she was simply mistaken in her ideas as
to the duration of her interest in the Scotch property, and mistaken again
about the diamonds; whereas in truth he regarded her as a dishonest,
lying, evil-minded harpy.
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