s it likely that Sir
Florian should take such a thing down in his pocket to Scotland? And
there was the statement as first made by Lady Eustace herself to her
cousin Frank, repeated by him to John Eustace, and not to be denied
by any one. It was all very well for her now to say that she had
forgotten; but would any one believe that on such a subject she could
forget?

But still the whole thing was very uncomfortable. Mr. Dove's opinion,
if seen by Lady Eustace and her friends, would rather fortify
them than frighten them. Were she once to get hold of that word
paraphernalia, it would be as a tower of strength to her. Mr.
Camperdown specially felt this,--that whereas he had hitherto
believed that no respectable attorney would take up such a case as
that of Lady Eustace, he could not now but confess to himself that
any lawyer seeing Mr. Dove's opinion would be justified in taking
it up. And yet he was as certain as ever that the woman was robbing
the estate which it was his duty to guard, and that should he cease
to be active in the matter, the necklace would be broken up and the
property sold and scattered before a year was out, and then the woman
would have got the better of him! "She shall find that we have not
done with her yet," he said to himself, as he wrote a line to John
Eustace.

But John Eustace was out of town, as a matter of course;--and on the
next day Mr. Camperdown himself went down and joined his wife and
family at a little cottage which he had at Dawlish. The necklace,
however, interfered much with his holiday.

CHAPTER XXVI

Mr. Gowran Is Very Funny

Frank Greystock certainly went over to Portray too often,--so often
that the pony was proved to be quite necessary. Miss Macnulty held
her tongue and was gloomy,--believing that Lady Eustace was still
engaged to Lord Fawn, and feeling that in that case there should not
be so many visits to the rocks. Mr. Gowran was very attentive, and
could tell on any day, to five minutes, how long the two cousins were
sitting together on the sea-shore. Arthur Herriot, who cared nothing
for Lady Eustace, but who knew that his friend had promised to marry
Lucy Morris, was inclined to be serious on the subject; but,--as is
always the case with men,--was not willing to speak about it.

Once, and once only, the two men dined together at the castle,--for
the doing of which it was necessary that a gig should be hired all
the way from Prestwick. Herriot had not b