Who could prove that Sir Florian had
not taken the diamonds to Scotland, and given them to her there, in that
very house which was now her own?
She told Mrs. Carbuncle of the missiles which had been hurled at her from
the London courts of law, and Mrs. Carbuncle evidently thought that the
diamonds were as good as gone. "Then I suppose you can't sell them," said
she.
"Yes, I could; I could sell them to-morrow. What is to hinder me? Suppose
I took them to jewellers in Paris?"
"The jewellers would think you had stolen them."
"I didn't steal them," said Lizzie. "They're my very own. Frank says that
nobody can take them away from me. Why shouldn't a man give his wife a
diamond necklace as well as a diamond ring? That's what I can't
understand. What may he give her so that men sha'n't come and worry her
life out of her in this way? As for an heirloom, anybody who knows
anything, knows it can't be an heirloom. A pot or a pan may be an
heirloom; but a diamond necklace cannot be an heirloom. Everybody knows
that, that knows anything."
"I dare say it will all come right," said Mrs. Carbuncle, who did not in
the least believe Lizzie's law about the pot and pan.
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