"
"I dare say not," said Sir Griffin.
That the man was a bear was a matter of course, and bears probably do not
themselves know how bearish they are. Sir Griffin, no doubt, was unaware
of the extent of his own rudeness. And his rudeness mattered but little to
Mrs. Carbuncle, so long as he acknowledged the engagement. She had not
expected a lover's raptures from the one more than from the other. And was
not there enough in the engagement to satisfy her? She allowed, therefore,
no cloud to cross her brow as she rode up alongside of Lord George. "Sir
Griffin has proposed, and she has accepted him," she said in a whisper.
She was not now desirous that any one should hear her but he to whom she
spoke.
"Of course she has," said Lord George.
"I don't know about that, George. Sometimes I thought she would, and
sometimes that she wouldn't. You have never understood Lucinda."
"I hope Griff will understand her, that's all. And now that the thing is
settled, you'll not trouble me about it any more. Their woes be on their
own head. If they come to blows Lucinda will thrash him, I don't doubt.
But while it's simply a matter of temper and words, she won't find Tewett
so easygoing as he looks.
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