Carbuncle's kindness; but that was past and gone, and such lavish
gratitude for a past favour could hardly be expected from Mr. Emilius.
"I'll be hanged if he isn't after Portray Castle," said Mrs. Carbuncle to
herself.
Poor Emilius was after Portray Castle and had been after Portray Castle in
a silent, not very confident, but yet not altogether hopeless manner ever
since he had seen the glories of that place and learned something of truth
as to the widow's income. Mrs. Carbuncle was led to her conclusion not
simply by the wedding present, but in part also by the diligence displayed
by Mr. Emilius in removing the doubts which had got abroad respecting his
condition in life. He assured Mrs. Carbuncle that he had never been
married. Shortly after his ordination, which had been effected under the
hands of that great and good man the late Bishop of Jerusalem, he had
taken to live with him a lady who was--Mrs. Carbuncle did not quite
recollect who the lady was, but remembered that she was connected in some
way with a step-mother of Mr. Emilius who lived in Bohemia. This lady had
for a while kept house for Mr. Emilius; but ill-natured things had been
said, and Mr.
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