Her aunt had sent up her love,--if the message had been delivered aright; but what of love could there be between the two?
The countess dashed at once to the matter in hand, making no allusion to Lizzie's ungrateful conduct to herself.
"Lizzie," she said, "I've been asked to come to you by Mr.
Camperdown.

I'll sit down, if you please." "Oh, certainly, Aunt Penelope.

Mr.Camperdown!" "Yes;--Mr.Camperdown.

You know who he is.

He has been with me because I am your nearest relation.