She had sworn to her cousin Frank that she would
never do so, and she had sworn also that she would be revenged on this
wretched lord. Now would be her opportunity of accomplishing her revenge,
and of proving to Frank that she had been in earnest. And she positively
disliked the man. That probably did not go for much, but it went for
something, even with Lizzie Eustace. Her cousin she did like, and Lord
George. She hardly knew which was her real love, though no doubt she gave
the preference greatly to her cousin, because she could trust him. And
then Lord Fawn was very poor. The other two men were poor also; but their
poverty was not so objectionable in Lizzie's eyes as were the respectable,
close-fisted economies of Lord Fawn. Lord Fawn, no doubt, had an assured
income and a real peerage, and could make her a peeress. As she thought of
it all, she acknowledged that there was a great deal to be said on each
side, and that the necessity of making up her mind then and there was a
heavy burthen upon her.
Exactly at the hour named Lord Fawn came, and Lizzie was, of course, found
alone. That had been carefully provided. He was shown up, and she received
him very gracefully.
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