"Yes, you do--you like horses to ride, and dresses to wear."
"No, I don't. I like hunting because, perhaps, some day I may break my
neck. It's no use your looking like that, Aunt Jane. I know what it all
means. If I could break my neck it would be the best thing for me."
"You'll break my heart, Lucinda."
"Mine's broken long ago."
"If you'll accept Sir Griffin, and just get a home round yourself, you'll
find that everything will be happy. It all comes from the dreadful
uncertainty. Do you think I have suffered nothing? Carbuncle is always
threatening that he'll go back to New York; and as for Lord George, he
treats me that way I'm sometimes afraid to show my face."
"Why should you care for Lord George?"
"It's all very well to say, why should I care for him. I don't care for
him, only one doesn't want to quarrel with one's friends. Carbuncle says
he owes him money."
"I don't believe it," said Lucinda.
"And he says Carbuncle owes him money."
"I do believe that," said Lucinda.
"Between it all, I don't know which way to be turning. And now, when
there's this great opening for you, you won't know your own mind.
Pages:
606
607
608
609
610
611
612
613
614
615
616
617
618
619
620
621
622
623
624
625
626
627
628
629
630