But
Lucinda herself took no part whatever in all these things. Nothing that
Mrs. Carbuncle could say would induce her to take any interest in them, or
even in the trousseau, which, without reference to expense, was being
supplied chiefly on the very indifferent credit of Sir Griffin. What
Lucinda had to say about the matter was said solely to her aunt. Neither
Lady Eustace, nor Lord George, nor even the maid who dressed her, heard
any of her complaints. But complain she did, and that with terrible
energy.
"What is the use of it, Aunt Jane? I shall never have a house to put them
into."
"What nonsense, my dear! Why shouldn't you have a house as well as
others?"
"And if I had, I should never care for them. I hate them. What does Lady
Glencora Palliser or Lord Fawn care for me?" Even Lord Fawn had been put
under requisition, and had sent a little box full of stationery.
"They are worth money, Lucinda; and when a girl marries she always gets
them."
"Yes; and when they come from people who love her, and who pour them into
her lap with kisses, because she has given herself to a man she loves,
then it must be nice.
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