"Dear Sir Griffin," she said on the first available opportunity, not
caring much for the crowd, and almost desirous that her very words should
be overheard, "my darling girl has made me so happy by what she has told
me."
"She hasn't lost any time," said Sir Griffin.
"Of course she would lose no time. She is the same to me as a daughter. I
have no child of my own, and she is everything to me. May I tell you that
you are the luckiest man in Europe?"
"It isn't every girl that would suit me, Mrs. Carbuncle."
"I am sure of that. I have noticed how particular you are. I won't say a
word of Lucinda's beauty; men are better judges of that than women; but
for high chivalrous spirit, for true principle and nobility, and what I
call downright worth, I don't think you will easily find her superior. And
she is as true as steel."
"And about as hard, I was beginning to think."
"A girl like that, Sir Griffin, does not give herself away easily. You
will not like her the less for that now that you are the possessor. She is
very young, and has known my wish that she should not engage herself to
any one quite yet. But as it is, I cannot regret anything.
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