Neither
Camperdown nor Bunfit had been at work among the boxes. Her secret had
been discovered, no doubt, by Patience Crabstick, and the diamonds were
gone. But money also was taken, and the world need not know that the
diamonds had been there. But Lord George knew. And then there arose to her
that question: Had the diamonds been taken in consequence of that
revelation to Lord George? It was not surprising that in the midst of all
this Lizzie should be really ill.
She was most anxious to see Lord George; but, if what Mrs. Carbuncle said
to her was true, Lord George refused to see her. She did not believe Mrs.
Carbuncle, and was, therefore, quite in the dark about her Corsair. As she
could communicate with him only through Mrs. Carbuncle, it might well be
the case that he should have been told that he could not have access to
her. Of course there were difficulties. That her cousin Frank should see
her in her bedroom--her cousin Frank, with whom it was essentially
necessary that she should hold counsel as to her present great
difficulties--was a matter of course. There was no hesitation about that.
A fresh nightcap, and a clean pocket handkerchief with a bit of lace round
it, and perhaps some pretty covering to her shoulders if she were to be
required to sit up in bed, and the thing was arranged.
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