Nobody knew it except Mrs. Carbuncle and the maid; even Lizzie
Eustace did not know it; but once the bride absolutely ran amuck among the
finery, scattering the laces here and there, pitching the glove-boxes
under the bed, chucking the golden-heeled boots into the fire-place, and
exhibiting quite a tempest of fury against one of the finest shows of
petticoats ever arranged with a view to the admiration and envy of female
friends. But all this Mrs. Carbuncle bore, and still persevered. The thing
was so nearly done now that she could endure to persevere though the
provocation to abandon it was so great. She had even ceased to find fault
with her niece, but went on in silence counting the hours till the trouble
should be taken off her own shoulders and placed on those of Sir Griffin.
It was a great thing to her, almost more than she had expected, that
neither Lucinda nor Sir Griffin should have positively declined the
marriage. It was impossible that either should retreat from it now.
Luckily for Mrs. Carbuncle, Sir Griffin took delight in the show. He did
this after a bearish fashion, putting his finger upon little flaws with an
intelligence for which Mrs.
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