And the
sale, for another reason, would have been convenient; for Lady Eustace was
already a little in debt. But she could not sell them, and therefore when
she got into the carriage there was the box under her feet.
At that very moment who should appear on the pavement, standing between
the carriage and the house-door, but Mr. Camperdown? And with Mr.
Camperdown there was another man--a very suspicious-looking man, whom
Lizzie at once took to be a detective officer of police. "Lady Eustace!"
said Mr. Camperdown, taking off his hat. Lizzie bowed across Miss
Macnulty, and endeavoured to restrain the telltale blood from flying to
her cheeks. "I believe," said Mr. Camperdown, "that you are now starting
for Scotland."
"We are, Mr. Camperdown; and we are very late."
"Could you allow me two minutes' conversation with you in the house?"
"Oh dear, no. We are late, I tell you. What a time you have chosen for
coming, Mr. Camperdown!"
"It is an awkward hour, Lady Eustace. I only heard this morning that you
were going so soon, and it is imperative that I should see you."
"Had you not better write, Mr. Camperdown?"
"You will never answer my letters, Madam.
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