"
"I wonder you don't get married yourself," said Mrs. Carbuncle, who
perceived that Sir Griffin was rather astray for an answer.
"Ah! if one could always be fortunate when one loved," said Mr. Emilius,
casting his eyes across to Lizzie Eustace. It was evident to them all that
he did not wish to conceal his passion.
It was the object of Mrs. Carbuncle that the lovers should not be left
alone together, but that they should be made to think that they were
passing the evening in affectionate intercourse. Lucinda hardly spoke,
hardly had spoken since her disagreeable struggle with Sir Griffin. He
said but little, but with Mrs. Carbuncle was better humoured than usual.
Every now and then she made little whispered communications to him,
telling that they would be sure to be at the church at eleven to the
moment, explaining to him what would be the extent of Lucinda's boxes for
the wedding tour, and assuring him that he would find Lucinda's new maid a
treasure in regard to his own shirts and pocket handkerchiefs. She toiled
marvellously at little subjects, always making some allusion to Lucinda,
and never hinting that aught short of Elysium was in store for him.
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