Carbuncle, although she were known to have told fibs about
the family diamonds.
Lord George always came to Hertford Street on a Sunday, and Lady Eustace
left word for him, with the servant, that she would be glad to see him
before her journey into Scotland. "Goes to-morrow, does she?" said Lord
George to the servant. "Well, I'll see her." And he was shown up to her
room before he went to Mrs. Carbuncle.
Lizzie, in sending for him, had some half-formed idea of a romantic
farewell. The man, she thought, had behaved very badly to her; had
accepted very much from her hands, and had refused to give her anything in
return; had become the first repository of her great secret, and had
placed no mutual confidence in her. He had been harsh to her, and unjust;
and then, too, he had declined to be in love with her! She was full of
spite against Lord George, and would have been glad to injure him; but,
nevertheless, there would be some excitement in a farewell, in which some
mock affection might be displayed--and she would have an opportunity of
abusing Mrs. Carbuncle.
"So you are off to-morrow?" said Lord George, taking his place on the rug
before her fire, and looking down at her with his head a little on one
side.
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