"
"Oh, Frank, what a philosopher you are."
"Well, yes; meditating about your diamonds has brought my philosophy out.
When do you think you will go to Scotland?"
"I am hardly strong enough for the journey yet. I fear the cold so much."
"You would not find it cold there by the seaside. To tell you the truth,
Lizzie, I want to get you out of this house. I don't mean to say a word
against Mrs. Carbuncle; but after all that has occurred, it would be
better that you should be away. People talk about you and Lord George."
"How can I help it, Frank?"
"By going away--that is, if I may presume one thing. I don't want to pry
into your secrets."
"I have none from you."
"Unless there be truth in the assertion that you are engaged to marry Lord
George Carruthers."
"There is no truth in it."
"And you do not wish to stay here in order that there may be an
engagement? I am obliged to ask you home questions, Lizzie, as I could not
otherwise advise you."
"You do, indeed, ask home questions."
"I will desist at once, if they be disagreeable."
"Frank, you are false to me." As she said this she rose in her bed, and
sat with her eyes fixed upon his, and her thin hands stretched out upon
the bedclothes.
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