Lady Eustace was already sufficiently intimate with her accounts
to know that she would save two hundred pounds by not remaining another
month or three weeks in London, and sufficiently observant of her own
affairs to have perceived that such saving was needed. And then it
appeared to her that her battle with Lord Fawn could be better fought from
a distance than at close quarters. London, too, was becoming absolutely
distasteful to her. There were many things there that tended to make her
unhappy, and so few that she could enjoy. She was afraid of Mr.
Camperdown, and ever on the rack lest some dreadful thing should come upon
her in respect of the necklace, some horrible paper served upon her from a
magistrate, ordering her appearance at Newgate, or perhaps before the Lord
Chancellor, or a visit from policemen who would be empowered to search for
and carry off the iron box. And then there was so little in her London
life to gratify her! It is pleasant to win in a fight; but to be always
fighting is not pleasant. Except in those moments, few and far between, in
which she was alone with her cousin Frank--and perhaps in those other
moments in which she wore her diamonds--she had but little in London that
she enjoyed.
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