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.

"I thought you were," said Sir Griffin.

"Yes, Griff; and so were you;--but I succeeded."

"I am almost glad that I wasn't of the party," said Mr. Emilius,
with that musical foreign tone of his. "Miss Macnulty and I did not
quarrel; did we?"

"No, indeed," said Miss Macnulty, who had liked the society of Mr.
Emilius.

But on this morning there was an attraction for Lizzie which the
Monday had wanted. She was to meet her cousin, Frank Greystock. The
journey was long, and the horses had gone on over night. They went
by railway to Kilmarnock, and there a carriage from the inn had been
ordered to meet them. Lizzie, as she heard the order given, wondered
whether she would have to pay for that, or whether Lord George
and Sir Griffin would take so much off her shoulders. Young women
generally pay for nothing; and it was very hard that she, who was
quite a young woman, should have to pay for all. But she smiled,
and accepted the proposition. "Oh, yes; of course a carriage at the
station. It is so nice to have some one to think of things, like Lord
George." The carriage met them, and everything went prosperously.
Almost the first person they saw was Frank Greystock, in a black
coat, indeed, but riding a superb grey horse, and looking quite as
though he knew what he was about. He was introduced to Mrs. Carbuncle
and Miss Roanoke and Sir Griffin. With Lord George he had some slight
previous acquaintance.

"You've had no difficulty about a horse?" said Lizzie.

"Not the slightest. But I was in an awful fright this morning. I
wrote to MacFarlane from London, and absolutely hadn't a moment to
go to his place yesterday or this morning. I was staying over at
Glenshiels, and had not a moment to spare in catching the train. But
I found a horse-box on, and a lad from M