"The idea of complaining that a girl hit you--and the girl who is to be
your wife!" said Lord George, as they walked off together.
"I know what to complain of, and what not," said Sir Griffin. "Are you
going to let me have that money?"
"No, I am not," said Lord George, "so there's an end of that."
Nevertheless, they dined together at their club afterwards, and in the
evening Sir Griffin was again in Hertford Street.
This happened on the Sunday, on which day none of the ladies had gone to
church. Mr. Emilius well understood the cause of their absence, and felt
nothing of a parson's anger at it. He was to marry the couple on the
Monday morning, and dined with the ladies on the Sunday. He was peculiarly
gracious and smiling, and spoke of the Hymeneals as though they were even
more than ordinarily joyful and happy in their promise. To Lizzie he was
almost affectionate, and Mrs. Carbuncle he flattered to the top of her
bent. The power of the man, in being sprightly under such a load of
trouble as oppressed the household, was wonderful. He had to do with three
women who were worldly, hard, and given entirely to evil things.
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