Lucinda rode quite demurely with
the crowd. Sir Griffin remained near her, but without speaking. Lizzie
whispered to Lord George that there had been a proposal. Mrs. Carbuncle
sat in stately dignity on her horse, as though there was nothing which at
that moment especially engaged her attention. An hour almost had passed
before she was able to ask the important question, "Well--what have you
said to him?"
"Oh; just what you would have me."
"You have accepted him?"
"I suppose I was obliged. At any rate I did. You shall know one thing,
Aunt Jane, at any rate, and I hope it will make you comfortable. I hate a
good many people; but of all the people in the world I hate Sir Griffin
Tewett the worst."
"Nonsense, Lucinda."
"It shall be nonsense, if you please; but it's true. I shall have to lie
to him, but there shall be no lying to you, however much you may wish it.
I hate him!"
This was very grim, but Mrs Carbuncle quite understood that to persons
situated in great difficulty things might be grim. A certain amount of
grimness must be endured. And she knew, too, that Lucinda was not a girl
to be driven without showing something of an intractable spirit in
harness.
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