"
"You'll help me?"
"If you don't bother me, I will."
On their way home Mrs. Carbuncle was able to tell Lady Eustace. "You know
what has occurred?"
"Oh, dear, yes," said Lizzie laughing.
"Has Lucinda told you?"
"Do you think I've got no eyes? Of course it was going to be. I knew that
from the very moment Sir Griffin reached Portray. I am so glad that
Portray has been useful."
"Oh, so useful, dear Lady Eustace! Not but what it must have come off
anywhere, for there never was a man so much in love as Sir Griffin. The
difficulty has been with Lucinda."
"She likes him, I suppose?"
"Oh, yes, of course," said Mrs. Carbuncle with energy.
"Not that girls ever really care about men now. They've got to be married,
and they make the best of it. She's very handsome, and I suppose he's
pretty well off."
"He will be very rich indeed. And they say he's such an excellent young
man when you know him."
"I dare say most young men are excellent when you come to know them. What
does Lord George say?"
"He's in raptures. He is very much attached to Lucinda, you know." And so
that affair was managed. They hadn't been home a quarter of an hour before
Frank Greystock was told.
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