Sir Griffin
would snarl too, and say very bearish things. But when it came to the
point of actual quarrelling, he would become sullen, and in his sullenness
would yield.
"I don't see why Carruthers should have it all his own way," he said, one
hunting morning, to Lucinda.
"I don't care twopence who have their way," said Lucinda, "I mean to have
mine; that's all."
"I'm not speaking about you. I call it downright interference on his part.
And I do think you give way to him. You never do anything that I suggest."
"You never suggest anything that I like to do," said Lucinda.
"That's a pity," said Sir Griffin, "considering that I shall have to
suggest so many things that you will have to do."
"I don't know that at all," said Lucinda.
Mrs. Carbuncle came up during the quarrel, meaning to throw oil upon the
waters. "What children you are!" she said laughing. "As if each of you
won't have to do what the other suggests."
"Mrs. Carbuncle," began Sir Griffin, "if you will have the great kindness
not to endeavour to teach me what my conduct should be now or at any
future time, I shall take it as a kindness."
"Sir Griffin, pray don't quarrel with Mrs.
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