Then she asked some single question about Lord George, and from
that came to the real marrow of her anxiety. Had Mr. Greystock lately seen
the--the Rev. Mr. Emilius? Frank had not seen the clergyman, and could
only say of him that had Lucinda Roanoke and Sir Griffin Tewett been made
one, the knot would have been tied by Mr. Emilius.
"Would it indeed? Did you not think Mr. Emilius very clever when you met
him down here?"
"I don't doubt but what he is a sharp sort of fellow."
"Oh, Mr. Greystock, I don't think that that's the word for him at all. He
did promise me when he was here that he would write to me occasionally,
but I suppose that the increasing duties of his position have rendered
that impossible." Frank, who had no idea of the extent of the preacher's
ambition, assured Miss Macnulty that among his multifarious clerical
labours it was out of the question that Mr. Emilius should find time to
write letters.
Frank had consented to stay one day at Portray, and did not now like to
run away without again seeing his cousin. Though much tempted to go at
once, he did stay the day, and had an opportunity of speaking a few words
to Mr.
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