I wasn't there, and only heard what Camperdown told me. Camperdown
thinks he's afraid of her."
"I shouldn't wonder at that in the least," said Frank.
"I know there'll be trouble," continued Eustace, "and Fawn won't be able
to help us through it. She's a strong-willed, cunning, obstinate, clever
little creature. Camperdown swears he'll be too many for her, but I almost
doubt it."
"And therefore you wish I were going to marry her?"
"Yes, I do. You might manage her. The money comes from the Eustace
property, and I'd sooner it should go to you than a half-hearted, numb-
fingered, cold-blooded Whig like Fawn."
"I don't like cunning women," said Frank.
"As bargains go, it wouldn't be a bad one," said Eustace. "She's very
young, has a noble jointure, and is as handsome as she can stand. It's too
good a thing for Fawn; too good for any Whig."
When Eustace left him, Greystock lit his cigar and walked with it in his
mouth from Pall Mall to the Temple. He often worked there at night when he
was not bound to be in the House, or when the House was not sitting; and
he was now intent on mastering the mysteries of some much-complicated
legal case which had been confided to him, in order that he might present
it to a jury enveloped in increased mystery.
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