He knew that Frank was
apt to spend his guineas faster than he got them. All his life long the
dean had seen what came of such spending. Frank had gone out into the
world and had prospered, but he could hardly continue to prosper unless he
married money. Of course there had been regrets when the news came of that
fatal engagement with Lucy Morris. "It can't be for the next ten years, at
any rate," said Mrs. Greystock.
"I thought at one time that he would have made a match with his cousin,"
said the dean.
"Of course; so did everybody," replied Mrs. Dean.
Then Frank came among them. He had intended staying some weeks, perhaps
for a month, and great preparations were made for him; but immediately on
his arrival he announced the necessity that was incumbent on him of going
down again to Scotland in ten days. "You've heard about Lizzie, of
course," he said. They had heard that Lizzie was to become Lady Fawn, but
beyond that they had heard nothing. "You know about the necklace?" asked
Frank. Something of a tale of a necklace had made its way even down to
quiet Bobsborough. They had been informed that there was a dispute between
the widow and the executors of the late Sir Florian about some diamonds.
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