Pointing this out with much triumph, she accused Mrs. Carbuncle and
Lucinda of great treachery, in that they had not adhered to any vestige of
their travelling raiment. But the rancour was not vehement, and the
evening was passed pleasantly. Lord George was infinitely petted by the
three Houris around him, and Lizzie called him a Corsair to his face.
"And you are the Medora," said Mrs. Carbuncle.
"Oh no. That is your place, certainly," said Lizzie.
"What a pity Sir Griffin isn't here," said Mrs. Carbuncle, "that we might
call him the Giaour." Lucinda shuddered, without any attempt at concealing
her shudder. "That's all very well, Lucinda, but I think Sir Griffin would
make a very good Giaour."
"Pray don't, aunt. Let one forget it all just for a moment."
"I wonder what Sir Griffin would say if he was to hear this," said Lord
George.
Late in the evening Lord George strolled out, and of course all the ladies
discussed his character in his absence. Mrs. Carbuncle declared that he
was the soul of honour. In regard to her own feeling for him, she averred
that no woman had ever had a truer friend. Any other sentiment was of
course out of the question, for was she not a married woman? Had it not
been for that accident Mrs.
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