Of course it was a poor thing
after the diamonds; but still it was worth having. There is some story
about a Sir Griffin Tewett. He's a real Sir Griffin, as you'll find by the
peerage. He was to marry a young woman, and our Lord George insists that
he shall marry her. I don't understand all about it, but the girl lives in
the same house with Lady Eustace, and if I call I shall find out. They say
that Sir Griffin knows all about the necklace, and threatens to tell
unless he is let off marrying. I rather think the girl is Lord George's
daughter, so that there is a thorough complication.
"I shall go down to Matching on Saturday. If anything turns up before
that, I'll write again, or send a message. I don't know whether
Plantagenet will be able to leave London. He says he must be back on
Monday, and that he loses too much time on the road. Kiss my little
darlings for me"--the darlings were Lady Glencora's children, and the
duke's playthings--"and give my love to Madame Max. I suppose you don't
see much of the others.
"Most affectionately yours,
"GLENCORA."
On the next day Lady Glencora actually did call in Hertford Street and saw
our friend Lizzie.
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