Carbuncle," said Lizzie.
"Lady Eustace, if Mrs. Carbuncle interferes with me, I shall quarrel with
her. I have borne a great deal more of this kind of thing than I like. I'm
not going to be told this and told that because Mrs. Carbuncle happens to
be the aunt of the future Lady Tewett--if it should come to that. I'm not
going to marry a whole family; and the less I have of this kind of thing
the more likely it is that I shall come up to scratch when the time is
up."
Then Lucinda rose and spoke. "Sir Griffin Tewett," she said, "there is not
the slightest necessity that you should 'come up to scratch.' I wonder
that I have not as yet been able to make you understand that if it will
suit your convenience to break off our match, it will not in the least
interfere with mine. And let me tell you this, Sir Griffin, that any
repetition of your unkindness to my aunt will make me utterly refuse to
see you again."
"Of course you like her better than you do me."
"A great deal better," said Lucinda.
"If I stand that I'll be ----," said Sir Griffin, leaving the room. And he
left the castle, sleeping that night in the inn at Kilmarnock.
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