I doubt whether Mr. Mildmay will have
the temper to stand it."
"They tell me that Mr. Mildmay will abandon the custody of the bill
to Mr. Gresham after his first speech."
"I don't know that Mr. Gresham's temper is more enduring than Mr.
Mildmay's," said Phineas.
"Well;--we shall see. My own impression is that nothing would save
the country so effectually at the present moment as the removal of
Mr. Turnbull to a higher and a better sphere."
"Let us say the House of Lords," said Phineas.
"God forbid!" said Lady Laura.
Phineas sat there for half an hour and then got up to go, having
spoken no word on any other subject than that of politics. He longed
to ask after Violet. He longed to make some inquiry respecting Lord
Chiltern. And, to tell the truth, he felt painfully curious to
hear Lady Laura say something about her own self. He could not but
remember what had been said between them up over the waterfall, and
how he had been warned not to return to Loughlinter. And then again,
did Lady Laura know anything of what had passed between him and
Violet? "Where is your brother?" he said, as he rose from his chair.
"Oswald is in London. He was here not an hour before you came in."
"Where is he staying?"
"At Moroni's. He goes down on Tuesday, I think.
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