"
"There will be nothing to tell."
"Yes, there will--ever so much. They will be talking about me every hour.
If you'll be true to me, Lucy, in this business, I'll make you the
handsomest present you ever saw in your life. I'll give you a hundred-
guinea brooch; I will, indeed. You shall have the money and buy it
yourself."
"A what!" said Lucy.
"A hundred guineas to do what you please with!"
"You mean thing!" said Lucy. "I didn't think there was a woman so mean as
that in the world. I'm not surprised now at Lord Fawn. Pick up what I hear
and send it you in letters, and then be paid money for it!"
"Why not? It's all to do good."
"How can you have thought to ask me to do such a thing? How can you bring
yourself to think so badly of people? I'd sooner cut my hand off; and as
for you, Lizzie, I think you are mean and wicked to conceive such a thing.
And now good-by." So saying, she left the room, giving her dear friend no
time for further argument.
Lady Eustace got away that morning, not in time, indeed, for the 11:30
train, but at such an hour as to make it unnecessary that she should
appear at the early dinner.
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