It is
not for their richness that I keep them, but because they are, for his
sake, so inexpressively dear to me. If Lord Fawn chooses to be jealous of
a necklace, he must be jealous." Lucy, who had in truth heard but a small
fragment of the story--just so much of it as Lydia had learned from the
discreet Amelia, who herself had but a very hazy idea of the facts--did
not quite know how much of the tale, as it was now told to her, might be
true and how much false. After a certain fashion she and Lizzie Eustace
called themselves friends. But she did not believe her friend to be
honest, and was aware that in some matters her friend would condescend--to
fib. Lizzie's poetry, and romance, and high feelings had never had the
ring of true soundness in Lucy's ears. But her imagination was not strong
enough to soar to the altitude of the lies which Lizzie was now telling.
She did believe that the property which Lizzie was called upon to restore
was held to be objectionable by Lord Fawn simply because it had reached
Lizzie from the hands of her late husband. "What do you think of such
conduct as that?" asked Lady Eustace.
"Won't it do if you lock them up instead of wearing them?" asked Lucy.
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