'More money;' yes,
it is probable that he will want more money. There is your letter,
Fanny. I am very sorry for it. I can say nothing more." And she
folded up the letter and gave it back to Mrs. Robarts.
"I thought it right to show it to you," said Mrs. Robarts.
"It did not much matter whether you did or no; of course I must have
been told."
"He especially begs me to tell you.
"Why, yes; he could not very well have kept me in the dark in such
a matter. He could not neglect his own work, and go and live with
gamblers and adulterers at the Duke of Omnium's without my knowing
it." And now Fanny Robarts's cup was full, full to the overflowing.
When she heard these words she forgot all about Lady Lufton, all
about Lady Meredith, and remembered only her husband--that he was her
husband, and, in spite of his faults, a good and loving husband;--and
that other fact also she remembered, that she was his wife.
"Lady Lufton," she said, "you forget yourself in speaking in that way
of my husband."
"What!" said her ladyship; "you are to show me such a letter as that,
and I am not to tell you what I think?"
"Not if you think such hard things as that. Even you are not
justified in speaking to me in that way, and I will not hear it.
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