It is full of all that;
but the meaning of it is that he's at my feet again, and that I may pick
him up if I choose to take him. I'd show you the letter, only perhaps it
wouldn't be fair to the poor man."
"What excuse does he make?"
"Oh--as to that he's rational enough. He calls the necklace the--bone of
contention. That's rather good for Lord Fawn; isn't it? The bone of
contention, he says, has been removed; and therefore there is no reason
why we shouldn't marry if we like it. He shall hear enough about the bone
of contention if we do 'marry.'"
"And what shall you do now?"
"Ah, yes; that's easily asked, is it not? The man's a good sort of man in
his way, you know. He doesn't drink or gamble, and I don't think there is
a bit of the King David about him--that I don't."
"Virtue personified, I should say."
"And he isn't extravagant."
"Then why not have him and done with it?" asked Mrs. Carbuncle.
"He is such a lumpy man," said Lizzie; "such an ass; such a load of
government waste paper."
"Come, my dear; you've had troubles."
"I have indeed," said Lizzie.
"And there's no quite knowing yet how far they're over.
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