d."

"Or have you got them with you?"

"I shall answer no questions. You have no right to treat me in this
way."

"Then I shall be forced, on behalf of the family, to obtain a
search-warrant, both here and in Ayrshire, and proceedings will
be taken also against your ladyship personally." So saying, Mr.
Camperdown withdrew, and at last the carriage was driven on.

As it happened, there was time enough for catching the train,--and
to spare. The whole affair in Mount Street had taken less than ten
minutes. But the effect upon Lizzie was very severe. For a while she
could not speak, and at last she burst out into hysteric tears,--not
a sham fit,--but a true convulsive agony of sobbing. All the world of
Mount Street, including her own servants, had heard the accusation
against her. During the whole morning she had been wishing that she
had never seen the diamonds; but now it was almost impossible that
she should part with them. And yet they were like a load upon her
chest, a load as heavy as though she were compelled to sit with the
iron box on her lap day and night. In her sobbing she felt the thing
under her feet, and knew that she could not get rid of it. She hated
the box, and yet she must cling to it now. She was thoroughly ashamed
of the box, and yet she must seem to take a pride in it. She was
horribly afraid of the box, and yet she must keep it in her own
very bed-room. And what should she say about the box now to Miss
Macnulty, who sat by her side, stiff and scornful, offering her
smelling-bottles, but not offering her sympathy? "My dear," she said
at last, "that horrid man has quite upset me."

"I don't wonder that you should be upset," said Miss Macnulty.

"And so unjust, too,--so false,--so--so--so--. They are my own as
much as that umbrella is yours, Miss Macnulty."

"I don't know," said Miss Macnulty.

"But I tell you," said Lizzie.

"What I mean is, that it is such a pity there should be a doubt."

"There is no doubt," said Lizzie;--"how dare you say there is a
doubt? My cousin, Mr. Greystock, says that there is not the slightest
doubt. He is a barrister, and must know better than an attorney like
that Mr. Camperdown." By this time they were at the Euston Square
station, and then there was more trouble with the box. The footman
struggled with it into the waiting-room, and the porter struggled
with it from the waiting-room to the carriage. Lizzie could not but
look at the porter as he carried it, a