"My dear fellow," said Lord George, "nobody is saying a word against you
or your house."
"No, my lord; but----"
"Lady Eustace is not blaming you, and do not you blame anybody else," said
Lord George. "Let the police do what is right."
At last the men retreated, and Lizzie was left with Patience and Mrs.
Carbuncle. But even then she did not give way to her grief, but sat upon
the bed awe-struck and mute. "Perhaps I had better get dressed," she said
at last.
"I feared how it might be," said Mrs. Carbuncle, holding Lizzie's hand
affectionately.
"Yes; you said so."
"The prize was so great."
"I was always a-telling my lady----" began Crabstick.
"Hold your tongue!" said Lizzie angrily. "I suppose the police will do the
best they can, Mrs. Carbuncle?"
"Oh yes; and so will Lord George."
"I think I'll lie down again for a little while," said Lizzie. "I feel so
sick I hardly know what to do. If I were to lie down for a little I should
be better." With much difficulty she got them to leave her. Then, before
she again undressed herself, she bolted the door that still had a bolt,
and turned the lock in the other.
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