"
"I'm sure it was thirty," said Lizzie, forgetting her fatigue in her
energy.
"Ten is always better than twenty," said Lord George, "and five generally
better than ten."
"It was just whatever is best," said Lizzie. "I know Frank's friend, Mr.
Nappie, said it was twenty. By-the-by, oughtn't we to have asked Mr.
Nappie home to dinner?"
"I thought so," said Frank; "but I couldn't take the liberty myself."
"I really think poor Mr. Nappie was very badly used," said Mrs. Carbuncle.
"Of course he was," said Lord George; "no man ever worse since hunting was
invented. He was entitled to a dozen dinners and no end of patronage; but
you see he took it out in calling your cousin Mr. Greystockings."
"I felt that blow," said Frank.
"I shall always call you Cousin Greystockings," said Lizzie.
"It was hard," continued Lord George, "and I understood it all so well
when he got into a mess in his wrath about booking the horse to
Kilmarnock. If the horse had been on the roadside, he or his men could
have protected him. He is put under the protection of a whole railway
company, and the company gives him up to the first fellow that comes and
asks for him.
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