"I don't see why Carruthers should have it all his own way," he said, one hunting morning, to Lucinda.
"I don't care twopence who have their way," said Lucinda, "I mean to have mine;—that's all."
"I'm not speaking about you. I call it downright interference on his part. And I do think you give way to him. You never do anything that I suggest."
"You never suggest anything that I like to do," said Lucinda.
"That's a pity," said Sir Griffin, "considering that I shall have to suggest so many things that you will have to do."
"I don't know that at all," said Lucinda.
Mrs. Carbuncle came up during the quarrel, meaning to throw oil upon the waters. "What children you are!" she said laughing. "As if each of you won't have to do what the other suggests."
"Mrs. Carbuncle," began Sir Griffin, "if you will have the great kindness not to endeavour to teach me what my conduct should be now or at any future time, I shall take it as a kindness."
"Sir Griffin, pray don't quarrel with Mrs. Carbuncle," said Lizzie.
"Lady Eustace, if Mrs. Carbuncle interferes with me, I shall quarrel with her. I have borne a great deal more of this kind of thing than I like. I'm not going to be told this and told that because Mrs. Carbuncle happens to be the aunt of the future Lady Tewett,—if it should come to that. I'm not going to marry a whole family; and the less I have of this kind of thing the more likely it is that I shall come up to scratch when the time is up."