If, after all,
the diamonds were hers, I'm sure I don't know what I am to do. Thank you,
Hittaway, for coming over. That'll do for the present. Just leave that
ruffian's letter, and I'll think about it."
This was considered by Mrs. Hittaway to be a very bad state of things, and
there was great consternation in Warwick Square when Mr. Hittaway told his
wife this new story of her brother's weakness. She was not going to be
weak. She did not intend to withdraw her opposition to the marriage. She
was not going to be frightened by Lizzie Eustace and Frank Greystock,
knowing as she did that they were lovers, and very improper lovers, too.
"Of course she stole them herself," said Mrs. Hittaway; "and I don't doubt
but she stole her own money afterwards There's nothing she wouldn't do.
I'd sooner see Frederic in his grave than married to such a woman as that.
Men don't know how sly women can be; that's the truth. And Frederic has
been so spoilt among them down at Richmond, that he has no real judgment
left. I don't suppose he means to marry her."
"Upon my word I don't know," said Mr. Hittaway. Then Mrs. Hittaway made up
her mind that she would at once write a letter to Scotland.
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