When he came, whether
by premeditated plan or by the chance of circumstances, Lizzie had no one
with her at Portray except the faithful Macnulty.
"I thought to have found you with all the world here," said Frank, the
faithful Macnulty being then present.
"Well, we have had people, but only for a couple of days. They are all
coming again, but not till November. You hunt, don't you, Frank?"
"I have no time for hunting. Why do you ask?"
"I'm going to hunt. It's a long way to go--ten or twelve miles generally;
but almost everybody hunts here. Mrs. Carbuncle is coming again, and she
is about the best lady in England after hounds; so they tell me. And Lord
George is coming again."
"Who is Lord George?"
"You remember Lord George Carruthers, whom we all knew in London?"
"What, the tall man with the hollow eyes and the big whiskers, whose life
is a mystery to every one? Is he coming?"
"I like him just because he isn't a ditto to every man one meets. And Sir
Griffin Tewett is coming."
"Who is a ditto to everybody."
"Well, yes; poor Sir Griffin! The truth is, he is awfully smitten with
Mrs. Carbuncle's niece.
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