"Very well. I am not going to say a word about that. I may regret it, but I am, just at present, the last person in the world to urge you upon that subject. What I want to say is this. You must restore those diamonds."
"To whom shall I restore them?"
"To Mr. Garnett, the silversmith, if you please,—or to Mr. Camperdown;—or, if you like it better, to your brother-in-law, Mr. John Eustace."
"And why am I to give up my own property?"
Lord Fawn paused for some seconds before he replied. "To satisfy my honour," he then said. As she made him no immediate answer, he continued,—"It would not suit my views that my wife should be seen wearing the jewels of the Eustace family."
"I don't want to wear them," said Lizzie.
"Then why should you desire to keep them?"
"Because they are my own. Because I do not choose to be put upon. Because I will not allow such a cunning old snake as Mr. Camperdown to rob me of my property. They are my own, and you should defend my right to them."
"Do you mean to say that you will not oblige me by doing what I ask you?"
"I will not be robbed of what is my own," said Lizzie.