You'll have to give up half your jointure for your life.
That's what it will come to. To think of your travelling about with those
things in a box!"
"They were my own, and I had a right to do what I liked with them. Nobody
accuses you of taking them."
"That's quite true. Nobody will accuse me. I suppose Lord George has left
England for the benefit of his health. It would not at all surprise me if
I were to hear that Mrs. Carbuncle had followed him; not in the least."
"You're just like yourself, Aunt Susanna," said Lizzie, getting up and
taking her leave. "Good-by, Lucy. I hope you're happy and comfortable
here. Do you ever see a certain friend of ours now?"
"If you mean Mr. Greystock, I haven't seen him since I left Fawn Court,"
said Lucy, with dignity.
When Lizzie was gone Lady Linlithgow spoke her mind freely about her
niece. "Lizzie Eustace won't come to any good. When I heard that she was
engaged to that prig, Lord Fawn, I had some hopes that she might be kept
out of harm. That's all over, of course. When he heard about the necklace
he wasn't going to put his neck into that scrape. But now she's getting
among such a set that nothing can save her.
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