"
"I have told you so more than once."
"You cannot afford to marry her."
"Then I shall do it without affording."
Lizzie was about to speak, had already pronounced her rival's name, in
that tone of contempt which she so well knew how to use, when he stopped
her. "Do not say anything against her, Lizzie, in my hearing, for I will
not bear it. It would force me to leave you at the Troon station, and I
had better see you now to the end of the journey." Lizzie flung herself
back into the corner of her carriage, and did not utter another word till
she reached Portray Castle. He handed her out of the railway carriage and
into her own vehicle which was waiting for them, attended to the maid, and
got the luggage; but still she did not speak. It would be better that she
should quarrel with him. That little snake Lucy would of course now tell
him of the meeting between them in Hertford Street, after which anything
but quarrelling would be impossible. What a fool the man must be, what an
idiot, what a soft-hearted, mean-spirited fellow! Lucy, by her sly, quiet
little stratagems, had got him once to speak the word, and now he had not
courage enough to go back from it! He had less strength of will even than
Lord Fawn! What she offered to him would be the making of him.
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