Mrs. Carbuncle was right,
there. The very name of Lady Fawn would be a rock to her, and she wanted a
rock. She thought upon the whole that she could marry him--unless Patience
Crabstick and the police should again interfere with her prosperity.
CHAPTER LXVIII
THE MAJOR
Lady Eustace did not intend to take as much time in answering Loyd Fawn's
letter as he had taken in writing it; but even she found that the subject
was one which demanded a good deal of thought. Mrs. Carbuncle had very
freely recommended her to take the man, supporting her advice by arguments
which Lizzie felt to be valid; but then Mrs. Carbuncle did not know all
the circumstances. Mrs. Carbuncle had not actually seen his lordship's
letter; and though the great part of the letter, the formal repetition,
namely, of the writer's offer of marriage, had been truly told to her,
still, as the reader will have perceived, she had been kept in the dark as
to some of the details. Lizzie did sit at her desk with the object of
putting a few words together in order that she might see how they looked,
and she found that there was a difficulty.
"MY DEAR LORD FAWN: As we have been engaged to marry each other, and as
all our friends have been told, I think that the thing had better go on.
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