"He said that Miss Roanoke had changed her mind, and didn't mean to be
married at all. That's all that I can learn from what he says. Perhaps you
will think it best to go up to Hertford Street?"
"I'll be ---- if I do," said Sir Griffin.
"I am not in the least surprised," repeated Lord George. "Tewett, my boy,
we might as well go home to lunch, and the sooner you're out of town the
better."
"I knew that I should be taken in at last by that accursed woman," said
Sir Griffin.
"It wasn't Mrs. Carbuncle, if you mean that. She'd have given her left
hand to have had it completed. I rather think you've had an escape, Griff;
and if I were you, I'd make the best of it." Sir Griffin spoke not another
word, but left the church with his friend in the brougham that had brought
them, and so he disappears from our story. Mr. Emilius looked after him
with wistful eyes, regretful for his fee. Had the baronet been less coarse
and violent in his language he would have asked for it; but he feared that
he might be cursed in his own church, before his clerk, and abstained.
Late in the afternoon Lord George, when he had administered comfort to the
disappointed bridegroom in the shape of a hot lunch, cura?oa, and cigars,
walked up to Hertford Street, calling at the hotel in Albemarle Street on
the way.
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