Carbuncle. Lizzie jumped out of
bed, and admitted her friend, admitting also Patience Crabstick. "You had
better get up now, dear," said Mrs. Carbuncle. "We are all going to
breakfast." Lizzie declared herself to be so fluttered that she must have
her breakfast up-stairs. No one was to wait for her. Crabstick would go
down and fetch for her a cup of tea, and just a morsel of something to
eat.
"You can't be surprised that I shouldn't be quite myself," said Lizzie.
Mrs. Carbuncle's surprise did not run at all in that direction. Both Mrs.
Carbuncle and Lord George had been astonished to find how well she bore
her loss. Lord George gave her credit for real bravery. Mrs. Carbuncle--
suggested, in a whisper, that perhaps she regarded the theft as an easy
way out of a lawsuit.
"I suppose you know, George, they would have got it from her." Then Lord
George whistled, and, in another whisper, declared that, if the little
adventure had all been arranged by Lady Eustace herself with the view of
getting the better of Mr. Camperdown, his respect for that lady would be
very greatly raised.
"If," said Lord George, "it turns out that she has had a couple of bravos
in her pay, like an old Italian marquis, I shall think very highly of her
indeed.
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