And he wrote me ever so many, oh, such horrid letters. And he
went about telling everybody that it was an heirloom--didn't he? You know
all that, Lord Fawn?"
"I know that he wanted to recover them."
"And did he tell you that he went to a real lawyer, somebody who really
knew about it, Mr. Turbot, or Turtle, or some such name as that, and the
real lawyer told him that he was all wrong, and that the necklace couldn't
be an heirloom at all, because it belonged to me, and that he had better
drop his lawsuit altogether? Did you hear that?"
"No; I did not hear that."
"Ah, Lord Fawn, you dropped your inquiries just at the wrong place. No
doubt you had too many things to do in Parliament and the Government to go
on with them; but if you had gone on, you would have learned that Mr.
Camperdown had just to give it up, because he had been wrong from
beginning to end." Lizzie's words fell from her with extreme rapidity, and
she had become almost out of breath from the effects of her own energy.
Lord Fawn felt strongly the necessity of clinging to the diamonds as his
one great and sufficient justification. "I thought," said he, "that Mr.
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