"Mr. Dove is a barrister, and no doubt a very clever fellow. If his opinion be such as Mr. Camperdown expects, he will at once proceed against you at law for the immediate recovery of the necklace."
"I shall be ready for him," said Lizzie, and as she spoke all her little feminine softnesses were for the moment laid aside.
"If Mr. Dove's opinion be in your favour—"
"Well," said Lizzie,—"what then?"
"In that case Mr. Camperdown, acting on behalf of John Eustace and young Florian—"
"How dreadful it is to hear of my bitterest enemy acting on behalf of my own child!" said Lizzie, holding up her hands piteously. "Well?"
"In that case Mr. Camperdown will serve you with some notice that the jewels are not yours,—to part with them as you may please."
"But they will be mine."
"He says not;—but in such case he will content himself with taking steps which may prevent you from selling them."
"Who says that I want to sell them?" demanded Lizzie indignantly.