Lord George was in London, Frank Greystock was in
London, and Lord Fawn was in London. It was more than ever necessary to
her that she should find a husband among them, a husband who would not be
less her husband when the truth of that business at Carlisle should be
known to all the world. She had, in fact, stolen nothing. She endeavoured
to comfort herself by repeating to herself over and over again that
assurance. She had stolen nothing; and she still thought that if she could
obtain the support of some strong arm on which to lean, she might escape
punishment for those false oaths which she had sworn. Her husband might
take her abroad, and the whole thing would die away. If she should succeed
with Lord George, of course he would take her abroad, and there would be
no need for any speedy return. They might roam among islands in pleasant
warm suns, and the dreams of her youth might be realised. Her income was
still her own. They could not touch that. So she thought, at least,
oppressed by some slight want of assurance in that respect. Were she to go
at once to Scotland, she must for the present give up that game
altogether.
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