I could give up drink to-morrow, without a struggle,--if
it were worth my while to make up my mind to do it. And it's the same
with gambling. I never do gamble now, because I've got no money; but
I own I like it better than anything in the world. While you are at
it, there is life in it."
"You should take to politics, Chiltern."
"And I would have done so, but my father would not help me. Never
mind, we will not talk about him. How does Laura get on with her
husband?"
"Very happily, I should say."
"I don't believe it," said Lord Chiltern. "Her temper is too much
like mine to allow her to be happy with such a log of wood as Robert
Kennedy. It is such men as he who drive me out of the pale of decent
life. If that is decency, I'd sooner be indecent. You mark my words.
They'll come to grief. She'll never be able to stand it."
"I should think she had her own way in everything," said Phineas.
"No, no. Though he's a prig, he's a man; and she will not find it
easy to drive him."
"But she may bend him."
"Not an inch;--that is if I understand his character. I suppose you
see a good deal of them?"
"Yes,--pretty well. I'm not there so often as I used to be in the
Square."
"You get sick of it, I suppose. I should. Do you see my father
often?"
"Only occasionally.
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