I have told Lord Fawn that I will, on no account, part with the rich presents which my adored Florian showered upon me in his generosity.

It is not for their richness that I keep them, but because they are, for his sake, so inexpressibly dear to me.

If Lord Fawn chooses to be jealous of a necklace, he must be jealous." Lucy, who had, in truth, heard but a small fragment of the story,--just so much of it as Lydia had learned from the discreet Amelia, who herself had but a very hazy idea of the facts,--did not quite know how much of the tale, as it was now told to her, might be true and how much false.

After a certain fashion she and Lizzie Eustace called themselves friends.

But she did not believe her friend to be honest, and was aware that in some matters her friend would condescend--to fib.