He either did not or would not understand her, and
then she became angry with him or pretended to be angry.
"Really, Frank," she said, "you are hardly fair to me."
"In what way am I unfair?"
"You come here and abuse all my friends, and tell me to go here and go
there, just as though I were a child. And--and--and--"
"And what, Lizzie?"
"You know what I mean. You are one thing one day, and one another. I hope
Miss Lucy Morris was quite well when you last heard from her?"
"You have no right to speak to me of Lucy--at least, not in
disparagement."
"You are treating her very badly--you know that."
"I am."
"Then why don't you give it up? Why don't you let her have her chances--to
do what she can with them? You know very well that you can't marry her.
You know that you ought not to have asked her. You talk of Miss Roanoke
and Sir Griffin Tewett. There are people quite as bad as Sir Griffin, or
Mrs. Carbuncle either. Don't suppose I am speaking for myself. I've given
up all that idle fancy long ago. I shall never marry a second time myself.
I have made up my mind to that. I have suffered too much already." Then
she burst into tears.
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