ore this arrangement would be
so much better than that other one which she had proposed to herself.
The reader, perhaps, by this time, has not a high opinion of Lady
Eustace, and may believe that among other drawbacks on her character
there is especially this,--that she was heartless. But that was
by no means her own opinion of herself. She would have described
herself,--and would have meant to do so with truth,--as being all
heart. She probably thought that an over-amount of heart was the
malady under which she specially suffered. Her heart was overflowing
now towards the man who was sitting by her side. And then it would
be so pleasant to punish that little chit who had spurned her gift
and had dared to call her mean! This man, too, was needy, and she was
wealthy. Surely, were she to offer herself to him, the generosity of
the thing would make it noble. She was still dissolved in tears and
was still hysteric. "Oh, Frank!" she said, and threw herself upon his
breast.

Frank Greystock felt his position to be one of intense difficulty,
but whether his difficulty was increased or diminished by the
appearance of Mr. Andy Gowran's head over a rock at the entrance of
the little cave in which they were sitting, it might be difficult to
determine. But there was the head. And it was not a head that just
popped itself up and then retreated, as a head would do that was
discovered doing that which made it ashamed of itself. The head, with
its eyes wide open, held its own, and seemed to say,--"Ay,--I've
caught you, have I?" And the head did speak, though not exactly in
those words. "Coosins!" said the head; and then the head was wagged.
In the meantime Lizzie Eustace, whose back was turned to the head,
raised her own, and looked up into Greystock's eyes for love. She
perceived at once that something was amiss, and, starting to her
feet, turned quickly round. "How dare you intrude here?" she said to
the head. "Coosins!" replied the head, wagging itself.

It was clearly necessary that Greystock should take some steps, if
only with the object of proving to the impudent factotum that he was
not altogether overcome by the awkwardness of his position. That he
was a good deal annoyed, and that he felt not altogether quite equal
to the occasion, must be acknowledged. "What is it that the man
wants?" he said, glaring at the head. "Coosins!" said the head,
wagging itself again. "If you don't take yourself off, I shall have
to thrash you,"