"Yes; you are. You take their part, and not mine, in everything. I tell you what, Frank;—I would go out in that boat that you see yonder, and drop the bauble into the sea, did I not know that they'd drag it up again with their devilish ingenuity. If the stones would burn, I would burn them. But the worst of it all is, that you are becoming my enemy!" Then she burst into violent and almost hysteric tears.
"It will be better that you should give them into the keeping of some one whom you can both trust, till the law has decided to whom they belong."
"I will never give them up. What does Mr. Dove say?"
"I have not seen what Mr. Dove says. It is clear that the necklace is not an heirloom."
"Then how dare Mr. Camperdown say so often that it was?"
"He said what he thought," pleaded Frank.
"And he is a lawyer!"
"I am a lawyer, and I did not know what is or what is not an heirloom. But Mr. Dove is clearly of opinion that such a property could not have been given away simply by word of mouth." John Eustace in his letter had made no allusion to that complicated question of paraphernalia.
"But it was," said Lizzie. "Who can know but myself, when no one else was present?"
"The jewels are here now?"