"
"It was cruel," said Frank.
"If it had happened to me, I should have been very angry," said Mrs.
Carbuncle.
"But Frank wouldn't have had a horse at all," said Lizzie, "unless he had
taken Mr. Nappie's."
Lord George still continued his plea for Mr. Nappie. "There's something in
that certainly; but, still, I agree with Mrs. Carbuncle. If it had
happened to me, I should--just have committed murder and suicide. I can't
conceive anything so terrible. It's all very well for your noble master to
talk of being civil, and hoping that the horse had carried him well, and
all that. There are circumstances in which a man can't be civil. And then
everybody laughed at him! It's the way of the world. The lower you fall,
the more you're kicked."
"What can I do for him?" asked Frank.
"Put him down at your club and order thirty dozen of gray shirtings from
Nappie & Co., without naming the price."
"He'd send you gray stockings instead," said Lizzie.
But though Lizzie was in heaven, it behooved her to be careful. The
Corsair was a very fine specimen of the Corsair breed, about the best
Corsair she had ever seen, and had been devoted to her for the day.
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