"Certainly not."
"And you are not angry for what happened before?" She did not look into
his face as she asked this question, but stood with her eyes fixed on the
stair-carpet.
"Indeed no."
"Good night, Frank."
"Good night, Lizzie." Then she went, and he returned to a room below which
had been prepared for purposes of tobacco and soda-water and brandy.
"Why, Griff, you're rather out of sorts to-night," said Lord George to his
friend, before Frank had joined them.
"So would you be out of sorts if you'd lost your run and had to pick a
young woman out of the water. I don't like young women when they're damp
and smell of mud."
"You mean to marry her, I suppose."
"How would you like me to ask you questions? Do you mean to marry the
widow? And, if you do, what'll Mrs. Carbuncle say? And if you don't, what
do you mean to do; and all the rest of it?"
"As for marrying the widow, I should like to know the facts first. As to
Mrs. C., she wouldn't object in the least. I generally have my horses so
bitted that they can't very well object. And as to the other question, I
mean to stay here for the next fortnight, and I advise you to make it
square with Miss Roanoke.
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