"Oh, Lady Eustace, what
are we to do? Lucinda, you have destroyed me. You have destroyed me
altogether, after all that I have done for you."
"And what has been done to me, do you think?" said Lucinda.
Something must be settled. All the servants in the house by this time knew
that there would be no wedding, and no doubt some tidings as to the
misadventure of the day had already reached the four ladies in the
drawing-room. "What am I to do?" said Mrs. Carbuncle, starting up from the
bed.
"I really think you had better send to Mr. Emilius," said Lizzie; "and to
Lord George."
"What am I to say? Who is there to go to? Oh, I wish that somebody would
kill me this minute! Lady Eustace, would you mind going down and telling
those ladies to go away?"
"And had I not better send Richard to the church?"
"Oh yes; send anybody, everywhere. I don't know what to do. Oh, Lucinda,
this is the unkindest and the wickedest, and most horrible thing that
anybody ever did! I shall never, never be able to hold up my head again."
Mrs. Carbuncle was completely prostrate, but Lucinda sat square at the
table, firm as a rock, saying nothing, making no excuse for herself, with
her eyes fixed upon the Bible.
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