"Oh, Frank, what a philosopher you are."
"Well, yes; meditating about your diamonds has brought my philosophy out. When do you think you will go to Scotland?"
"I am hardly strong enough for the journey yet. I fear the cold so much."
"You would not find it cold there by the sea-side. To tell you the truth, Lizzie, I want to get you out of this house. I don't mean to say a word against Mrs. Carbuncle; but after all that has occurred, it would be better that you should be away. People talk about you and Lord George."
"How can I help it, Frank?"
"By going away;—that is, if I may presume one thing. I don't want to pry into your secrets."
"I have none from you."
"Unless there be truth in the assertion that you are engaged to marry Lord George Carruthers."
"There is no truth in it."
"And you do not wish to stay here in order that there may be an engagement? I am obliged to ask you home questions, Lizzie, as I could not otherwise advise you."