"There is no chance of a division to-night," said Lady
Deloraine.
"That is settled," said Lady St Julians. "Adieu, my dear
friend. We meet, I believe, at dinner?"
"Plotting," said Mr Egerton to Mr Berners, as they passed the
great ladies.
"The only consolation one has," said Berners, "is, that if
they do turn us out, Lady Deloraine and Lady St Julians must
quarrel, for they both want the same thing."
"Lady Deloraine will have it," said Egerton.
Here they picked up Mr Jermyn, a young tory M.P., who perhaps
the reader may remember at Mowbray Castle; and they walked on
together, Egerton and Berners trying to pump him as to the
expectations of his friends.
"How will Trodgits go?" said Egerton.
"I think Trodgits will stay away," said Jermyn.
"Who do you give that new man to--that north-country borough
fellow;--what's his name?" said Berners.
"Blugsby! Oh, Blugsby dined with Peel," said Jermyn.
"Our fellows say dinners are no good," said Egerton; "and they
certainly are a cursed bore: but you may depend upon it they
do for the burgesses. We don't dine our men half enough. Now
Blugsby was just the sort of fellow to be caught by dining
with Peel: and I dare say they made Peel remember to take wine
with him.
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