But now it did occur to
him that Portray Castle was a place in which he could pass two or three
months annually without ennui; and that if he were to marry, little Lizzie
Eustace would do as well as any other woman with money whom he might
chance to meet. He did not say all this to any body, and therefore cannot
be accused of vanity. He was the last man in the world to speak on such a
subject to any one. And as even Lizzie certainly bestowed upon him many of
her smiles, much of her poetry, and some of her confidence, it cannot be
said that he was not justified in his views. But then she was such an--
"infernal little liar." Lord George was quite able to discover so much of
her.
"She does lie, certainly," said Mrs. Carbuncle, "but then who doesn't?"
On the morning of their departure the box with the diamonds was brought
down into the hall just as they were about to depart. The tall London
footman again brought it down, and deposited it on one of the oak hall-
chairs, as though it were a thing so heavy that he could hardly stagger
along with it. How Lizzie did hate the man as she watched him, and regret
that she had not attempted to carry it down herself.
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