's a great deal in a name;--isn't there? You don't think
they'll call them Pallisers, or Palls, or anything of that sort;--do
you? I shouldn't like to hear that under the new regime two lollypops
were to cost three Palls. But they say it never can be carried this
session,--and we sha'n't be in, in the next year."

"Who says so? Don't be such a prophetess of evil, Lady Glencora.
I mean to be in for the next three sessions, and I mean to see
Palliser's measure carried through the House of Lords next session. I
shall be paying for my mutton-chops at the club at so many quints a
chop yet. Don't you think so, Fawn?"

"I don't know what to think," said Lord Fawn, whose mind was intent
on other matters. After that he left the room as quickly as he could,
and escaped out into the street. His mind was very much disturbed. If
Lady Glencora was determined to take up the cudgels for the woman he
had rejected, the comfort and peace of his life would be over. He
knew well enough how strong was Lady Glencora.

CHAPTER LVI

Job's Comforters

Mrs. Carbuncle and Lady Eustace had now been up in town between six
and seven weeks, and the record of their doings has necessarily dealt
chiefly with robberies and the rumours of robberies. But at intervals
the minds of the two ladies had been intent on other things. The
former was still intent on marrying her niece, Lucinda Roanoke, to
Sir Griffin, and the latter had never for a moment forgotten the
imperative duty which lay upon her of revenging herself upon Lord
Fawn. The match between Sir Griffin and Lucinda was still to be a
match. Mrs. Carbuncle persevered in the teeth both of the gentleman
and of the lady, and still promised herself success. And our Lizzie,
in the midst of all her troubles, had not been idle. In doing her
justice we must acknowledge that she had almost abandoned the hope
of becoming Lady Fawn. Other hopes and other ambitions had come
upon her. Latterly the Corsair had been all in all to her,--with
exceptional moments in which she told herself that her heart belonged
exclusively to her cousin Frank. But Lord Fawn's offences were not to
be forgotten, and she continually urged upon her cousin the depth of
the wrongs which she had suffered.

On the part of Frank Greystock there was certainly no desire to let
the Under-Secretary escape. It is hoped that the reader, to whom
every tittle of this story has been told without reserve, and every
secret unfolded, will r