There was not a man in
London less willing to behave badly to a young woman than Lord Fawn; or
one who would more diligently struggle to get back to the right path, if
convinced that he was astray. But he was one who detested interference in
his private matters, and who was nearly driven mad between his sister and
Frank Greystock. When he left Lady Glencora's house he walked toward his
own abode with a dark cloud upon his brow. He was at first very angry with
Lady Glencora. Even her position gave her no right to meddle with his most
private affairs as she had done. He would resent it, and would quarrel
with Lady Glencora. What right could she have to advise him to call upon
any woman? But by degrees this wrath died away, and gave place to fears,
and qualms, and inward questions. He, too, had found a change in general
opinion about the diamonds. When he had taken upon himself with a high
hand to dissolve his own engagement, everybody had, as he thought,
acknowledged that Lizzie Eustace was keeping property which did not belong
to her. Now people talked of her losses as though the diamonds had been
undoubtedly her own. On the next morning Lord Fawn took an opportunity of
seeing Mr.
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