Carbuncle had not hitherto given him credit.
As to certain ornaments, he observed that the silver was plated and the
gold ormolu. A "rope" of pearls he at once detected as being false, and
after fingering certain lace he turned up his nose and shook his head.
Then, on the Sunday, in Albemarle Street, he pointed out to Mrs. Carbuncle
sundry articles which he had seen in the bedroom on the Saturday.
"But, my dear Sir Griffin, that's of course," said Mrs. Carbuncle.
"Oh; that's of course, is it?" said Sir Griffin turning up his nose again.
"Where did that Delft bowl come from?"
"It is one of Mortlook's finest Etruscan vases," said Mrs. Carbuncle.
"Oh, I thought that Etruscan vases came from--from somewhere in Greece or
Italy," said Sir Griffin.
"I declare that you are shocking," said Mrs. Carbuncle, struggling to
maintain her good-humour.
He passed hours of the Sunday in Hertford Street, and Lord George also was
there for some time. Lizzie, who could hardly devote her mind to the
affairs of the wedding, remained alone in her own sitting-room during the
greater part of the day; but she did show herself while Lord George was
there.
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