Carbuncle really thought that she could have
given her heart to Lord George. Lucinda declared that she always regarded
him as a kind of supplementary father.
"I suppose he is a year or two older than Sir Griffin," said Lizzie.
"Lady Eustace, why should you make me unhappy?" said Lucinda.
Then Mrs. Carbuncle explained that whereas Sir Griffin was not yet thirty,
Lord George was over forty.
"All I can say is, he doesn't look it," urged Lady Eustace
enthusiastically.
"Those sort of men never do," said Mrs. Carbuncle. Lord George, when he
returned, was greeted with an allusion to angels' wings, and would have
been a good deal spoiled among them were it in the nature of such an
article to receive injury. As soon as the clock had struck ten the ladies
all went away to their beds.
Lizzie, when she was in her own room, of course found her maid waiting for
her. It was necessarily part of the religion of such a woman as Lizzie
Eustace that she could not go to bed, or change her clothes, or get up in
the morning, without the assistance of her own young woman. She would not
like to have it thought that she could stick a pin into her own belongings
without such assistance.
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