o home," he answered, "but I thought I might as well come
back for you."

"What a model of a husband! Well; I am ready. Only, what shall we do
about Jane? Mr Fitzgerald, I left a scarf in your aunt's room,--a
little black and yellow scarf,--would you mind getting it for me?"

"I will fetch it," said Mr Palliser; "and I will tell your cousin
that the carriage shall come back for her."

"If you will allow me--" said Burgo.

"I will do it," said Mr Palliser; and away he went, making his slow
progress up through the crowd, ordering his carriage as he passed
through the hall, and leaving Mr Bott still watching at the door.

Lady Glencora resolved that she would say nothing to Burgo while her
husband was gone. There was a touch of chivalry in his leaving them
again together, which so far conquered her. He might have bade her
leave the scarf, and come at once. She had seen, moreover, that he
had not spoken to Mr Bott, and was thankful to him also for that.
Burgo also seemed to have become aware that his chance for that
time was over. "I will say good-night," he said. "Good-night, Mr
Fitzgerald," she answered, giving him her hand. He pressed it for a
moment, and then turned and went. When Mr Palliser came back he was
no more to be seen.

Lady Glencora was at the dining-room door when her husband returned,
standing close to Mr Bott. Mr Bott had spoken to her, but she made no
reply. He spoke again, but her face remained as immovable as though
she had been deaf. "And what shall we do about Mrs Marsham?" she
said, quite out loud, as soon as she put her hand on her husband's
arm. "I had forgotten her."

"Mrs Marsham has gone home," he replied.

"Have you seen her?"

"Yes."

"When did you see her?"

"She came to Park Lane."

"What made her do that?"

These questions were asked and answered as he was putting her into
the carriage. She got in just as she asked the last, and he, as he
took his seat, did not find it necessary to answer it. But that would
not serve her turn. "What made Mrs Marsham go to you at Park Lane
after she left Lady Monk's?" she asked again. Mr Palliser sat silent,
not having made up his mind what he would say on the subject. "I
suppose she went," continued Lady Glencora, "to tell you that I was
dancing with Mr Fitzgerald. Was that it?"

"I think, Glencora, we had better not discuss it now."

"I don't mean to discuss it now, or ever. If you did not wish me
to see Mr Fitzgerald you should not ha