"Poor Lord Fawn!" continued Lady Glencora. "I suppose he is terribly in
want of money."
"But surely Lady Eustace is very pretty."
"Yes; she is very pretty; nay more, she is quite lovely to look at. And
she is clever, very. And she is rich, very. But----"
"Well, Lady Glencora. What does your 'but' mean?"
"Who ever explains a 'but'? You're a great deal too clever, Mme. Goesler,
to want any explanation. And I couldn't explain it. I can only say I'm
sorry for poor Lord Fawn, who is a gentleman, but will never set the
Thames on fire."
"No, indeed. All the same, I like Lord Fawn extremely," said Mme. Goesler,
"and I think he's just the man to marry Lady Eustace. He's always at his
office or at the House."
"A man may be a great deal at his office, and a great deal more at the
House than Lord Fawn," said Lady Glencora laughing, "and yet think about
his wife, my dear." For of all men known, no man spent more hours at the
House or in his office than did Lady Glencora's husband, Mr. Palliser, who
at this time, and had now for more than two years, filled the high place
of Chancellor of the Exchequer.
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