"And then I couldn't tell anybody afterwards. I always meant to tell you,—from the very first; because I knew you would be good to me. They are my own. Surely I might do what I liked with my own?"
"Well,—yes; in one way. But you see there was a lawsuit in Chancery going on about them; and then you committed perjury at Carlisle. And altogether,—it's not quite straight sailing, you know."
"I suppose not."
"Hardly. Major Mackintosh, and the magistrates, and Messrs. Bunfit and Gager won't settle down, peaceable and satisfied, when they hear the end of the story. And I think Messrs. Camperdown will have a bill against you. It's been uncommonly clever, but I don't see the use of it."
"I've been very foolish," said Lizzie,—"but you won't desert me!"
"Upon my word I don't know what I'm to do."
"Will you have them,—as a present?"
"Certainly not."
"They're worth ever so much;—ten thousand pounds! And they are my own, to do just what I please with them."
"You are very good;—but what should I do with them?"