"I sent for you, Lord George,
because I did not like the idea of parting with you forever, without one
word of adieu."
"You are going to tear yourself away, are you?"
"I am going to Portray on Monday."
"And never coming back any more? You'll be up here before the season is
over, with fifty more wonderful schemes in your little head. So Lord Fawn
is done with, is he?"
"I have told Lord Fawn that nothing shall induce me ever to see him
again."
"And cousin Frank?"
"My cousin attends me down to Scotland."
"Oh--h. That makes it altogether another thing. He attends you down to
Scotland, does he? Does Mr. Emilius go too?"
"I believe you are trying to insult me, sir."
"You can't expect but what a man should be a little jealous, when he has
been so completely cut out himself. There was a time, you know, when even
cousin Frank wasn't a better fellow than myself."
"Much you thought about it, Lord George."
"Well--I did. I thought about it a good deal, my lady. And I liked the
idea of it very much." Lizzie pricked up her ears. In spite of all his
harshness, could it be that he should be the Corsair still? "I am a
rambling, uneasy, ill-to-do sort of man, but still I thought about it.
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