I want to see you prosper. I want to
see you a great man and a lord, and I know that you cannot become so
without an income. Ah, I wish I could give you all that I have got, and
save you from the encumbrance that is attached to it!"
It might be that he would then have told her of his engagement to Lucy,
and of his resolution to adhere to that promise, had not Mrs. Carbuncle at
that moment entered the room. Frank had been there for above an hour, and
as Lizzie was still an invalid, and to some extent under the care of Mrs.
Carbuncle, it was natural that that lady should interfere. "You know, my
dear, you should not exhaust yourself altogether. Mr. Emilius is to come
to you this afternoon."
"Mr. Emilius!" said Greystock.
"Yes--the clergyman. Don't you remember him at Portray? A dark man with
eyes close together! You used to be very wicked, and say that he was once
a Jew boy in the streets." Lizzie, as she spoke of her spiritual guide,
was evidently not desirous of doing him much honour.
"I remember him well enough. He made sheep's eyes at Miss Macnulty, and
drank a great deal of wine at dinner."
"Poor Macnulty! I don't believe a word about the wine; and as for
Macnulty, I don't see why she should not be converted as well as another.
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