"
"I know my mind well enough."
"I tell you you'll never have such another chance. Good looks isn't
everything. You've never a word to say to anybody; and when a man does
come near you, you're as savage and cross as a bear."
"Go on, Aunt Jane."
"What with your hatings and dislikings, one would suppose you didn't think
God Almighty made men at all."
"He made some of 'em very bad," said Lucinda. "As for some others, they're
only half made. What can Sir Griffin do, do you suppose?"
"He's a gentleman."
"Then if I were a man, I should wish not to be a gentleman; that's all.
I'd a deal sooner marry a man like that huntsman, who has something to do
and knows how to do it." Again she said, "Don't worry any more, Aunt Jane.
It doesn't do any good. It seems to me that to make myself Sir Griffin's
wife would be impossible; but I'm sure your talking won't do it." Then her
aunt left her, and, having met Lord George, at his bidding went and made
civil speeches to Lizzie Eustace.
That was on the Friday afternoon. On the Saturday afternoon Sir Griffin,
biding his time, found himself, in a ride with Lucinda, sufficiently far
from other horsemen for his purpose.
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