"
"But you are such a capital partisan, Lady St Julians," said
the Duke of Fitz-Aquitaine, who with the viceroyalty of
Ireland dexterously dangled before his eyes for the last two
years, had become a thorough conservative and had almost as
much confidence in Sir Robert as in Lord Stanley.
"I have made great sacrifices," said Lady St Julians. "I went
once and stayed a week at Lady Jenny Spinner's to gain her
looby of a son and his eighty thousand a-year, and Lord St
Julians proposed him at White's; and then after all the whigs
made him a peer! They certainly make more of their social
influences than we do. That affair of that Mr Trenchard was a
blow. Losing a vote at such a critical time, when if I had
had only a remote idea of what was passing through his mind, I
would have even asked him to Barrowley for a couple of days."
A foreign diplomatist of distinction had pinned Lord Marney,
and was dexterously pumping him as to the probable future.
"But is the pear ripe?" said the diplomatist.
"The pear is ripe if we have courage to pluck it," said Lord
Marney; "but our fellows have no pluck."
"But do you think that the Duke of Wellington--" and here the
diplomatist stopped and looked up in Lord Marney's face, as if
he would convey something that he would not venture to
express.
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