"You've let the widow slip through your fingers," he said to Frank, as
they sat together at the table.
"I told you Lord Fawn was to be the lucky man," said Frank.
"I know you did. I hadn't seen it. I can only say I wish it had been the
other way."
"Why so? Fawn isn't a bad fellow."
"No, not exactly a bad fellow. He isn't, you know, what I call a good
fellow. In the first place, he is marrying her altogether for her money."
"Which is just what you advised me to do."
"I thought you really liked her. And then Fawn will be always afraid of
her, and won't be in the least afraid of us. We shall have to fight him,
and he won't fight her. He's a cantankerous fellow--is Fawn--when he's not
afraid of his adversary."
"But why should there be any fighting?"
Eustace paused a minute, and rubbed his face and considered the matter
before he answered. "She is troublesome, you know," he said.
"What, Lizzie?"
"Yes; and I begin to be afraid she'll give us as much as we know how to
do. I was with Camperdown to-day. I'm blessed if she hasn't begun to cut
down a whole side of a forest at Portray. She has no more right to touch
the timber, except for repairs about the place, than you have.
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