"Oh, dear, yes," said Lizzie, laughing.
"Has Lucinda told you?"
"Do you think I've got no eyes? Of course it was going to be. I knew that from the very moment Sir Griffin reached Portray. I am so glad that Portray has been useful."
"Oh, so useful, dear Lady Eustace! Not but what it must have come off anywhere, for there never was a man so much in love as Sir Griffin. The difficulty has been with Lucinda."
"She likes him, I suppose?"
"Oh, yes, of course," said Mrs. Carbuncle with energy.
"Not that girls ever really care about men now. They've got to be married, and they make the best of it. She's very handsome, and I suppose he's pretty well off."
"He will be very rich indeed. And they say he's such an excellent young man when you know him."
"I dare say most young men are excellent,—when you come to know them. What does Lord George say?"
"He's in raptures. He is very much attached to Lucinda, you know." And so that affair was managed. They hadn't been home a quarter of an hour before Frank Greystock was told. He asked Mrs. Carbuncle about the sport, and then she whispered to him, "An engagement has been made."