Then there had risen a question whether there was a
vacancy for such promotion to Miss Macnulty. Mrs. Carbuncle had certainly
heard that there was a Mrs. Emilius. Lucinda was sure that there was not,
an assurance which might have been derived from a certain eagerness in the
reverend gentleman's demeanour to herself on a former occasion. To Lizzie,
who at present was very good-natured, the idea of Miss Macnulty having a
lover, whether he were a married man or not, was very delightful. "I'm
sure I don't know what you mean," said Miss Macnulty. "I don't suppose Mr.
Emilius had any idea of the kind." Upon the whole, however, Miss Macnulty
liked it.
On the Saturday nothing especial happened. Mr. Nappie was out on his gray
horse, and condescended to a little conversation with Lord George. He
wouldn't have minded, he said, if Mr. Greystock had come forward; but he
did think Mr. Greystock hadn't come forward as he ought to have done. Lord
George professed that he had observed the same thing; but then, as he
whispered into Mr. Nappie's ear, Mr. Greystock was particularly known as a
bashful man. "He didn't ride my 'orse anyway bashful," said Mr.
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