"
"It isn't for myself I'm speaking. If I can't--if I can't--can't have
things go as I thought they would by myself, I will never ask any one to
help me. It is not that I mean. I have given all that up."
"You have given it up?"
"Yes; I have. But nevertheless I think of him. She is bad, and he will
never be happy if he marries her. When he asked me to be his wife, he was
mistaken as to what would be good for him. He ought not to have made such
a mistake. For my sake he ought not."
"That's quite true, my dear."
"But I do not wish him to be unhappy all his life. He is not bad, but she
is very bad. I would not for worlds that anybody should tell him that he
owed me anything; but if he could be saved from her, oh, I should be so
glad."
"You won't have my money, then?"
"No, Lady Linlithgow."
"You'd better. It is honestly your own."
"I will not take it, thank you."
"Then I may as well put it up again." And the countess replaced the notes
in her pocket-book. When this conversation took place, Frank Greystock was
travelling back alone from Portray to London. On the same day the Fawn
carriage came to fetch Lucy away.
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