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A thousand times he had told himself that she had not the spirit of Lady Laura, or the bright wit of Violet Effingham, or the beauty of Madame Goesler. But Mary had charms of her own that were more valuable than them all. Was there one among the three who had trusted him as she trusted him, or loved him with the same satisfied devotion?
During this conversation Lady Hartletop sat as though no word of it reached her ears. She did not understand Madame Max Goesler, and by no means loved her. Mr. Palliser, when he had made his little speech, turned to the Duke's daughter and asked some question about the conservatories at Longroyston. "I have called forth a word of wisdom," said Madame Max Goesler, almost in a whisper.
He had so lately spoken to Lady Laura with an assurance of undying constancy of his love for Miss Effingham, that he could not as yet acknowledge the force of another passion. He shook his head by way of reply. "I tell you that it is so," she said with energy. "I am afraid not." "Go to Madame Goesler, and ask her. Hear what she will say." "Madame Goesler would laugh at me, no doubt." "Psha!
He will be a duke quite as soon as he wants to be a duke. He likes the House of Commons better than the strawberry leaves, I fancy. There is not a man in England less in a hurry than he is." "No, indeed," said Lady Glencora. "How nice that is," said Madame Goesler. "And I ain't in a hurry either, am I, mamma?" said the little future Lord Silverbridge.
She was sitting thinking of this, almost angry with herself at the awe with which the proposed rank inspired her, when Lady Glencora was announced to her. "Madame Goesler," said Lady Glencora, "I am very glad to find you." "And I more than equally so, to be found," said Madame Goesler, smiling with all her grace. "My uncle has been with you since I saw you last?"
Why should he, feeling as he did that it would so soon be necessary that he should disappear from among them? About Miss Effingham he had said much to Madame Goesler. She had asked him whether he had abandoned all hope. "That affair, then, is over?" she had said. "Yes; it is all over now." "And she will marry the red-headed, violent lord?" "Heaven knows. I think she will.
The world at large did not at all know why the Duke was doing so unwonted a thing, why he should undertake so new a trouble. But Lady Glencora knew, and Madame Goesler shrewdly guessed, the riddle. When Madame Goesler's unexpected refusal had reached his Grace, he felt that he must either accept the lady's refusal, or persevere. After a day's consideration, he resolved that he would accept it.
Had not Lady Glencora gone to Park Lane on the Sunday afternoon, I think the letter would have been written on that day; but, whatever may have been the effect of Lady Glencora's visit, it so far disturbed Madame Goesler as to keep her from her writing-table. There was yet another night for thought, and then the letter should be written on the Monday morning.
At this moment Lady Glencora was, no doubt, thinking how necessary it was that she should be careful to see that things did turn out in the manner proposed, so that people who had waited should not be disappointed; and the Duke was perhaps thinking that he was not absolutely bound to his nephew by any law of God or man; and Madame Max Goesler, I wonder whether her thoughts were injurious to the prospects of that handsome bold-faced little boy.
"Nothing that matters; only a word. I haven't come here to talk about Madame Max Goesler, nor yet about Mr. Kennedy." "Whom have you come to talk about?" asked Violet, laughing a little, with something of increased colour in her cheeks, though she could not be said to blush. "A lover of course," said Lady Laura. "I wish you would leave me alone with my lovers. You are as bad or worse than my aunt.
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