"In what way can I be good
to you?" she said.
"Make him give it up. You may tell him what you like of me. Tell him that
I shall only make him miserable, and more despicable than he is; that I
shall never be a good wife to him. Tell him that I am thoroughly bad, and
that he will repent it to the last day of his life. Say whatever you like,
but make him give it up."
"When everything has been prepared!"
"What does all that signify compared to a life of misery? Lady Eustace, I
really think that I should--kill him, if he were--were my husband." Lizzie
at last said that she would at any rate speak to Sir Griffin.
And she did speak to Sir Griffin, having waited three or foui days to do
so. There had been some desperately sharp words between Sir Griffin and
Mrs. Carbuncle with reference to money. Sir Griffin had been given to
understand that Lucinda had, or would have, some few hundred pounds, and
insisted that the money should be handed over to him on the day of his
marriage. Mrs. Carbuncle had declared that the money was to come from
property to be realised in New York, and had named a day which had seemed
to Sir Griffin to be as the Greek Kalends.
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