She
declared to her aunt, in Lizzie's presence, without a vestige of a smile,
that it might be well to see how a jilt could behave herself, so as to do
her work of jilting in any noble fashion.
"My dear," said her aunt, "you let things weigh upon your heart a great
deal too much."
"Not upon my heart, Aunt Jane," the young lady had answered. She also
intended to go, and when she had made up her mind to anything, nothing
would deter her. She had no desire to stay at home in order that she might
see Sir Griffin. "I dare say the play may be very bad," she said, "but it
can hardly be so bad as real life."
Lizzie, when Lord George had left her, crept up-stairs, and sat for a
while thinking of her condition, with the key of her desk in her hand.
Should there come a knock at the door, the case of diamonds would be in
her pocket in a moment. Her own room door was bolted on the inside, so
that she might have an instant for her preparation. She was quite resolved
that she would carry out Lord George's recommendation, and that no
policeman or woman should examine her person, unless it were done by
violence. There she sat, almost expecting that at every moment her cousin
would be there with Bunfit and the woman.
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