"And then her treatment of Lady Linlithgow, who was her
only friend before she married, was something quite unnatural. Ask the
dean's people what they think of her. I believe even they would tell you."
"Frank Greystock desired to marry her himself."
"Yes, for her money, perhaps; because he has not got a farthing in the
world. Dear Frederic, I only wish to put you on your guard. Of course this
is very unpleasant, and I shouldn't do it if I didn't think it my duty. I
believe she is artful and very false. She certainly deceived Sir Florian
Eustace about her debts; and he never held up his head after he found out
what she was. If she told you falsehoods, of course you can break it off.
Dear Frederic, I hope you won't be angry with me."
"Is that all?" he asked.
"Yes, that is all."
"I'll bear it in mind," he said. "Of course it isn't very pleasant."
"No, I know it is not pleasant," said Mrs. Hittaway, rising, and taking
her departure with an offer of affectionate sisterly greeting, which was
not accepted with cordiality.
It was very unpleasant. That very morning Lord Fawn had received letters
from the Dean and the Bishop of Bobsborough congratulating him on his
intended marriage, both those worthy dignitaries of the Church having
thought it expedient to verify Lizzie's statements.
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