Frank Greystock immediately felt how very bad for him was his position.
For the lady, if only she could succeed in her object, the annoyance of
the interruption would not matter much after its first absurdity had been
endured. When she had become the wife of Frank Greystock there would be
nothing remarkable in the fact that she had been found sitting with him in
a cavern by the seashore. But for Frank the difficulty of extricating
himself from his dilemma was great, not in regard to Mr. Gowran, but in
reference to his cousin Lizzie. He might, it was true, tell her that he
was engaged to Lucy Morris; but then why had he not told her so before? He
had not told her so; nor did he tell her on this occasion. When he
attempted to lead her away up the cliff she insisted on being left where
she was. "I can find my way alone," she said, endeavouring to smile
through her tears. "The man has annoyed me by his impudence, that is all.
Go, if you are going."
Of course he was going; but he could not go without a word of tenderness.
"Dear, dear Lizzie," he said, embracing her.
"Frank, you'll be true to me?"
"I will be true to you.
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