"Yes, indeed," said Miss Macnulty. "I did not speak to her, but I saw her.
She has sent her ---- love to Lady Eustace, and begs that she will see
her."

Lady Eustace had been so surprised by the announcement that hitherto she
had not spoken a word. The quarrel between her and her aunt had been of
such a nature that it had seemed to be impossible that the old countess
should come to Mount Street. Lizzie had certainly behaved very badly to
her aunt--about as badly as a young woman could behave to an old woman.
She had accepted bread, and shelter, and the very clothes on her back from
her aunt's bounty, and had rejected even the hand of her benefactress the
first moment that she had bread, and shelter, and clothes of her own. And
here was Lady Linlithgow down-stairs in the parlour, and sending up her
love to her niece! "I won't see her," said Lizzie.

"You had better see her," said Frank.

"I can't see her," said Lizzie. "Good gracious, my dear, what has she come
for?"

"She says it's very important," said Miss Macnulty.

"Of course you must see her," said Frank. "Let me get out of the house,
and then tell the servant to show her up at once. Don't be weak now,
Lizzie, and I'll come and find out all about it to-morrow."

"Mind you do," said Lizzie. Then Frank took his departure, and Lizzie did
as she was bidden. "You remain in here, Julia," she said, "so as to be
near if I want you. She shall come into the front room." Then, absolutely