And now there had come a note from Lizzie Eustace herself, which he could
hardly venture to leave altogether unnoticed. On that Friday he dined at
his club, and then went to his sister's house in Warwick Square. If
assistance might be had anywhere, it would be from his sister. She, at any
rate, would not want courage in carrying on the battle on his behalf.
"Ill-used!" she said, as soon as they were closeted together. "Who dares
to say so?"
"That old fool, Mount Thistle, has been with me."
"I hope, Frederic, you don't mind what such a man as that says. He has
probably been prompted by some friend of hers. And who else?"
"Camperdown turns round now and says that they don't mean to do anything
more about the necklace. Lady Glencora Palliser told me the other day that
all the world believes that the thing was her own."
"What does Lady Glencora Palliser know about it? If Lady Glencora Palliser
would mind her own affairs it would be much better for her. I remember
when she had troubles enough of her own, without meddling with other
people's."
"And now I've got this note." Lord Fawn had already shown Lizzie's few
scrawled words to his sister.
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