"No doubt he was engaged to her. It was a great misfortune, but, thank
God, is not yet past remedy. He has some foolish feeling of what he calls
honour; as if a man can be bound in honour to marry a woman who has
deceived him in every point! She still sticks to the diamonds, if she has
not sold them, as I believe she has; and Mr. Camperdown is going to bring
an action against her in the High Court of Chancery. But still Frederic
will not absolutely declare the thing off. I feel, therefore, that it is
my duty to let him know what I have learned. I should be the last to stir
in such a matter unless I was sure I could prove it. But I don't quite
like to write to Frederic. Will mamma see him, and tell him what I say? Of
course you will show this letter to mamma. If not, I must postpone it till
I am in town; but I think it would come better from mamma. Mamma may be
sure that she is a bad woman.
"And now what do you think of your Mr. Greystock? As sure as I am here he
was seen with his arm round his cousin's waist, sitting out of doors,
_kissing her_. I was never taken in by that story of his marrying Lucy
Morris. He is the last man in the world to marry a governess.
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