She submitted to his
embrace, and leaned upon his shoulder, and looked up into his face. If he
would only tell her that he loved her, then he would be bound to her, then
must he share with her the burthen of the diamonds, then must he be true
to her. "George," she said, and burst into a low suppressed wailing, with
her face hidden upon his arm.
"That's all very well," said he, still holding her, for she was pleasant
to hold, "but what the d---- is a fellow to do? I don't see my way out of
it. I think you'd better go to Camperdown, and give them up to him, and
tell him the truth." Then she sobbed more violently than before, till her
quick ear caught the sound of a footstep on the stairs, and in a moment
she was out of his arms and seated on the sofa, with hardly a trace of
tears in her eyes. It was the footman, who desired to know whether Lady
Eustace would want the carriage that afternoon. Lady Eustace, with her
cheeriest voice, sent her love to Mrs. Carbuncle, and her assurance that
she would not want the carriage before the evening. "I don't know that you
can do anything else," continued Lord George, "except just give them up
and brazen it out.
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