He might have spent
the best part of his days in her bedroom if he could have spared the time.
But the Corsair was not a cousin, nor as yet an acknowledged lover. There
was difficulty even in framing a reason for her request, when she made it
to Mrs. Carbuncle; and the very reason which she gave was handed back to
her as the Corsair's reason for not coming to her. She desired to see him
because he had been so mixed up in the matter of these terrible robberies.
But Mrs. Carbuncle declared to her that Lord George would not come to her
because his name had been so frequently mentioned in connection with the
diamonds. "You see, my dear," said Mrs. Carbuncle, "there can be no real
reason for his seeing you up in your bedroom. If there had been anything
between you, as I once thought there would----." There was something in
the tone of Mrs. Carbuncle's voice which grated on Lizzie's ear, something
which seemed to imply that all that prospect was over.
"Of course," said Lizzie querulously, "I am very anxious to know what he
thinks. I care more about his opinion than anybody else's. As to his name
being mixed up in it, that is all a joke.
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