, thought that he had
loved. He had had his arm round her, and had kissed her, and the tone
with which she had called him by his name was still ringing in his
ears, "Burgo!" He repeated his own name audibly to himself, as though
in this way he could recall her voice. He comforted himself for
a minute with the conviction that she loved him. He felt,--for
a moment,--that he could live on such consolation as that! But
among mortals there could, in truth, hardly be one with whom such
consolation would go a shorter way. He was a man who required to have
such comfort backed by pates and curacoa to a very large extent, and
now it might be doubted whether the amount of pates and curacoa at
his command would last him much longer.

He would not go in and tell his aunt at once of his failure, as he
could gain nothing by doing so. Indeed, he thought that he would not
tell his aunt at all. So he turned back from Grosvenor Square, and
went down to his club in St James's Street, feeling that billiards
and brandy-and-water might, for the present, be the best restorative.
But, as he went back, he blamed himself very greatly in the matter of
those bank-notes which he had allowed Lady Monk to take from him. How
had it come to pass that he had been such a dupe in her hands? When
he entered his club in St James's Street his mind had left Lady
Glencora, and was hard at work considering how he might best contrive
to get that spoil out of his aunt's possession.

CHAPTER LXVIII

From London to Baden

On the following morning everybody was stirring by times at Mr
Palliser's house in Park Lane, and the master of that house yawned no
more. There is some life in starting for a long journey, and the life
is the stronger and the fuller if the things and people to be carried
are numerous and troublesome. Lady Glencora was a little troublesome,
and would not come down to breakfast in time. When rebuked on account
of this manifest breach of engagement, she asserted that the next
train would do just as well; and when Mr Palliser proved to her,
with much trouble, that the next train could not enable them to
reach Paris on that day, she declared that it would be much more
comfortable to take a week in going than to hurry over the ground in
one day. There was nothing she wanted so much as to see Folkestone.

"If that is the case, why did not you tell me so before?" said Mr
Palliser, in his gravest voice. "Richard and the carriage went down
ye