Carbuncle.
"The only possible way in which you can be alone in a field is that you
will have cut everybody else down," said Lord George.
"I suppose it will all come right," said Lizzie, plucking up her courage,
and telling herself that a woman can die but once.
Everything was right--as it usually is. The horses were there--quite a
throng of horses, as the two gentlemen had two each; and there was,
moreover, a mounted groom to look after the three ladies. Lizzie had
desired to have a groom to herself, but had been told that the expenditure
in horseflesh was more than the stable could stand. "All I ever want of a
man is to carry for me my flask, and waterproof, and luncheon," said Mrs.
Carbuncle. "I don't care if I never see a groom, except for that."
"It's convenient to have a gate opened sometimes," said Lucinda, slowly.
"Will no one but a groom do that for you?" asked Sir Griffin.
"Gentlemen can't open gates," said Lucinda. Now, as Sir Griffin thought
that he had opened many gates during the last season for Miss Roanoke, he
felt this to be hard.
But there were eight horses, and eight horses with three servants and a
carriage made quite a throng.
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