CHAPTER XXXVIII
NAPPIE'S GRAY HORSE
During the leisure of Tuesday our friends regained their good humour, and
on the Wednesday morning they again started for the hunting-field. Mrs.
Carbuncle, who probably felt that she had behaved ill about the groom and
in regard to Scotland, almost made an apology, and explained that a cold
shower always did make her cross. "My dear Lady Eustace, I hope I wasn't
very savage."
"My dear Mrs. Carbuncle, I hope I wasn't very stupid," said Lizzie with a
smile.
"My dear Lady Eustace, and my dear Mrs. Carbuncle, and my dear Miss
Roanoke, I hope I wasn't very selfish," said Lord George.
"I thought you were," said Sir Griffin.
"Yes, Griff; and so were you; but I succeeded."
"I am almost glad that I wasn't of the party," said Mr. Emilius, with that
musical foreign tone of his. "Miss Macnulty and I did not quarrel; did
we?"
"No, indeed," said Miss Macnulty, who had liked the society of Mr.
Emilius.
But on this morning there was an attraction for Lizzie which the Monday
had wanted. She was to meet her cousin, Frank Greystock. The journey was
long, and the horses had gone on over night.
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