Oh, if I were marrying a poor man, and a poor friend
had given me a gridiron to help me to cook my husband's dinner, how I
could have valued it!"
"I don't know that you like poor things and poor people better than
anybody else," said Aunt Jane.
"I don't like anything or anybody," said Lucinda.
"You had better take the good things that come to you, then; and not
grumble. How I have worked to get all this arranged for you, and now what
thanks have I?"
"You'll find you have worked for very little, Aunt Jane. I shall never
marry the man yet." This, however, had been said so often that Aunt Jane
thought nothing of the threat.
CHAPTER LXVI
THE ASPIRATIONS OF MR. EMILIUS
It was acknowledged by Mrs. Carbuncle very freely that in the matter of
tribute no one behaved better than Mr. Emilius, the fashionable, foreign,
ci-devant Jew preacher, who still drew great congregations in the
neighbourhood of Mrs. Carbuncle's house. Mrs. Carbuncle, no doubt,
attended regularly at Mr. Emilius's church, and had taken a sitting for
thirteen Sundays at something like ten shillings a Sunday. But she had not
as yet paid the money, and Mr.
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