"I don't like anybody or anything," said Lucinda.
"Yes, you do;—you like horses to ride, and dresses to wear."
"No, I don't. I like hunting because, perhaps, some day I may break my neck. It's no use your looking like that, Aunt Jane. I know what it all means. If I could break my neck it would be the best thing for me."
"You'll break my heart, Lucinda."
"Mine's broken long ago."
"If you'll accept Sir Griffin, and just get a home round yourself, you'll find that everything will be happy. It all comes from the dreadful uncertainty. Do you think I have suffered nothing? Carbuncle is always threatening that he'll go back to New York, and as for Lord George, he treats me that way I'm sometimes afraid to show my face."
"Why should you care for Lord George?"
"It's all very well to say, why should I care for him. I don't care for him, only one doesn't want to quarrel with one's friends. Carbuncle says he owes him money."
"I don't believe it," said Lucinda.
"And he says Carbuncle owes him money."