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for this time of the year is a paradise to it; and as for coming to
Scotland every autumn, I am sick of it. Only what is one to do if one
lives in London? If it wasn't for Orlando and the children I'd brazen it
out, and let people say what they pleased. As for health, I'm never so
well as at home, and I do like having my own things about me. Orlando has
literally nothing to do here. There is no shooting except pheasants, and
that doesn't begin till October.
"But I'm very glad I've come as to Frederic, and the more so, as I have
learned the truth as to that Mr. Greystock. She, Lady Eustace, is a bad
creature in every way. She still pretends that she is engaged to Frederic,
and tells everybody that the marriage is not broken off, and yet she has
her cousin with her, making love to him in the most indecent way. People
used to say in her favour that at any rate she never flirted. I never
quite know what people mean when they talk of flirting. But you may take
my word for it that she allows her cousin to embrace her, and _embraces
him_. I would not say it if I could not prove it. It is horrible to think
of it, when one remembers that she is almost justified in saying that
Frederic is engaged to her.
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