"So I hear that Mackintosh has been here," said Lord George.
"Yes, he was here."
"And what did he say?" Lizzie did not like the way in which the man looked
at her, feeling it to be not only unfriendly, but absolutely cruel. It
seemed to imply that he knew that her secret was about to be divulged. And
what was he to her now that he should be impertinent to her? What he knew,
all the world would know before the end of the week. And that other man
who knew it already, had been kind to her, had said nothing about perjury,
but had explained to her that what she would have to bear would be
trouble, and not imprisonment and loss of money. Lord George, to whom she
had been so civil, for whom she had spent money, to whom she had almost
offered herself and ail that she possessed--Lord George, whom she had
selected as the first repository of her secret, had spoken no word to
comfort her, but had made things look worse for her than they were. Why
should she submit to be questioned by Lord George? In a day or two the
secret which he knew would be no secret. "Never mind what he said, Lord
George," she replied.
"Has he found it all out?"
"You had better go and ask him yourself," said Lizzie.
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