The lie which she had first fabricated for the benefit of Mr.Benjamin when she had the jewels valued, and which she had since told with different degrees of precision to various people,--to Lady Linlithgow, to Mr.Camperdown, to Lucy, and to Lord Fawn,--she now repeated with increased precision to her cousin.

Sir Florian, in putting the trinket into her hands, had explained to her that it was very valuable, and that she was to regard it as her own peculiar property.

"If it was an heirloom he couldn't do it," Frank had said, with all the confidence of a practising barrister.
"He made it over as an heirloom to me," said Lizzie, with plaintive tenderness.
"That's nonsense, dear Lizzie." Then she smiled sweetly on him, and patted the back of his hand with hers.

She was very gentle with him, and bore his assumed superiority with pretty meekness.

"He could not make it over as an heirloom to you.