"And what is John the Just pleased to say?"
"John the Just, which is a better name for the man than the other, has been called up to London, much against his will, by Mr. Camperdown."
"Who is Samuel the Unjust." Mr. Camperdown's name was Samuel.
"And now wants to know where this terrible necklace is at this present moment." He paused a moment, but Lizzie did not answer him. "I suppose you have no objection to telling me where it is."
"None in the least:—or to giving it you to keep for me, only that I would not so far trouble you. But I have an objection to telling them. They are my enemies. Let them find out."
"You are wrong, Lizzie. You do not want, or at any rate should not want, to have any secret in the matter."
"They are here,—in the castle; in the very place in which Sir Florian kept them when he gave them to me. Where should my own jewels be but in my own house? What does that Mr. Dove say, who was to be asked about them? No doubt they can pay a barrister to say anything."
"Lizzie, you think too hardly of people."
"And do not people think too hardly of me? Does not all this amount to an accusation against me that I am a thief? Am I not persecuted among them? Did not this impudent attorney stop me in the public street and accuse me of theft before my very servants? Have they not so far succeeded in misrepresenting me, that the very man who is engaged to be my husband betrays me? And now you are turning against me? Can you wonder that I am hard?"
"I am not turning against you."