She didn't quite know what to make of Lord
George, who certainly was a Corsair--who had said some very pretty things
to her, quite ? la Corsair. But in the mean time, from certain rumours
that she heard, she believed that Frank had given up, or at least was
intending to give up, the little chit who was living with Lady Linlithgow.
There had been something of a quarrel--so, at least, she had heard through
Miss Macnulty, with whom Lady Linlithgow still occasionally corresponded
in spite of their former breaches. From Frank, Lizzie heard repeatedly but
Frank in his letters never mentioned the name of Lucy Morris. Now, if
there should be a division between Frank and Lucy, then, she thought,
Frank would return to her. And if so, for a permanent holding rock of
protection in the world, her cousin Frank would be at any rate safer than
the Corsair.
Lizzie and Mrs. Carbuncle had quite come to understand each other
comfortably about money. It suited Mrs. Carbuncle very well to remain at
Portray. It was no longer necessary that she should carry Lucinda about in
search of game to be run down. The one head of game needed had been run
down, such as it was--not, indeed, a very noble stag; but the stag had
been accepted; and a home for herself and her niece, which should have
about it a sufficient air of fashion to satisfy public opinion--out of
London--better still, in Scotland, belonging to a person with a title,
enjoying the appurtenances of wealth, and one to which Lord George and Sir
Griffin could have access--was very desirable.
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