They went by railway to
Kilmarnock, and there a carriage from the inn had been ordered to meet
them. Lizzie, as she heard the order given, wondered whether she would
have to pay for that, or whether Lord George and Sir Griffin would take so
much off her shoulders. Young women generally pay for nothing; and it was
very hard that she, who was quite a young woman, should have to pay for
all. But she smiled, and accepted the proposition. "Oh, yes; of course a
carriage at the station. It is so nice to have some one to think of
things, like Lord George." The carriage met them, and everything went
prosperously. Almost the first person they saw was Frank Greystock, in a
black coat indeed, but riding a superb gray horse, and looking quite as
though he knew what he was about. He was introduced to Mrs. Carbuncle and
Miss Roanoke and Sir Griffin. With Lord George he had some slight previous
acquaintance.
"You've had no difficulty about a horse?" said Lizzie.
"Not the slightest. But I was in an awful fright this morning. I wrote to
MacFarlane from London, and absolutely hadn't a moment to go to his place
yesterday or this morning.
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