I can easily believe that. I wish Macnulty had been with you."
"Why do you wish that?" said Lizzie, who already was beginning to feel
that the countess intended, as usual, to make herself disagreeable.
"She's a stupid, dull, pig-headed creature; but one can believe what she
says."
"And don't you believe what I say?" demanded Lizzie.
"It's all true, no doubt, that the diamonds are gone."
"Indeed it is."
"But I don't know much about Lord George de Bruce Carruthers."
"He's the brother of a marquis, anyway," said "Lizzie, who thought that
she might thus best answer the mother of a Scotch earl.
"I remember when he was plain George Carruthers, running about the streets
of Aberdeen, and it was well with him when his shoes weren't broken at the
toes and down at heel. He earned his bread then, such as it was. Nobody
knows how he gets it now. Why does he call himself de Bruce, I wonder?"
"Because his godfathers and godmothers gave him that name when he was made
a child of Christ, and an inheritor of the kingdom of Heaven," said
Lizzie, ever so pertly.
"I don't believe a bit of it."
"I wasn't there to see, Aunt Susanna; and therefore I can't swear to it.
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