"Don't let him do that, Aunt Jane. I couldn't say Yes. As for loving him;—oh, laws!"
"It won't do to go on like this, you know."
"I'm only eighteen;—and it's my money, aunt."
"And how long will it last? If you can't accept him, refuse him, and let somebody else come."
"It seems to me," said Lucinda, "that one is as bad as another. I'd a deal sooner marry a shoemaker and help him to make shoes."
"That's downright wickedness," said Mrs. Carbuncle. And then they went down to dinner.
CHAPTER XXXVIII
Nappie's Grey Horse
During the leisure of Tuesday, our friends regained their good humour, and on the Wednesday morning they again started for the hunting-field. Mrs. Carbuncle, who probably felt that she had behaved ill about the groom and in regard to Scotland, almost made an apology, and explained that a cold shower always did make her cross. "My dear Lady Eustace, I hope I wasn't very savage." "My dear Mrs. Carbuncle, I hope I wasn't very stupid," said Lizzie with a smile. "My dear Lady Eustace, and my dear Mrs. Carbuncle, and my dear Miss Roanoke, I hope I wasn't very selfish," said Lord George.