"And what better would you be? Such things are all vanity and vexation of
spirit. I hate the shining thing." And she hit the box with the whip she
held in her hand.
It had been arranged that the party should sleep at Carlisle. It consisted
of Lord George, the three ladies, the tall man servant, Lord George's own
man, and the two maids. Miss Macnulty, with the heir and the nurses, were
to remain at Portray for yet a while longer. The iron box was again put
into the carriage, and was used by Lizzie as a footstool. This might have
been very well, had there been no necessity for changing their train. At
Troon the porter behaved well, and did not struggle much as he carried it
from the carriage on to the platform. But at Kilmarnock, where they met
the train from Glasgow, the big footman interfered again, and the scene
was performed under the eyes of a crowd of people. It seemed to Lizzie
that Lord George almost encouraged the struggling, as though he were in
league with the footman to annoy her. But there was no further change
between Kilmarnock and Carlisle, and they managed to make themselves very
comfortable. Lunch had been provided; for Mrs.
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