him!" Glencora said to Alice that
evening. "You would always have had a pocket-book ready to write down
the figures, and you would have pretended to care about the eggs, and
the bottles of wine, and the rest of it. As for me, I can't do it. If
I see an hungry woman, I can give her my money; or if she be a sick
woman, I can nurse her; or if I hear of a very wicked man, I can hate
him;--but I cannot take up poverty and crime in the lump. I never
believe it all. My mind isn't big enough."

They went into no society at Paris, and at the end of a week were all
glad to leave it.

"I don't know that Baden will be any better," Lady Glencora said;
"but, you know, we can leave that again after a bit,--and so we shall
go on getting nearer to the Kurds."

To this, Mr Palliser demurred. "I think we had better make up our
mind to stay a month at Baden."

"But why should we make up our minds at all?" his wife pleaded.

"I like to have a plan," said Mr Palliser.

"And so do I," said his wife,--"if only for the sake of not keeping
it."

"There's nothing I hate so much as not carrying out my intentions,"
said Mr Palliser.

Upon this, Lady Glencora shrugged her shoulders, and made a mock
grimace to her cousin. All this her husband bore for a while meekly,
and it must be acknowledged that he behaved very well. But, then,
he had his own way in everything. Lady Glencora did not behave very
well,--contradicting her husband, and not considering, as, perhaps,
she ought to have done, the sacrifice he was making on her behalf.
But, then, she had her own way in nothing.

She had her own way in almost nothing; but on one point she did
conquer her husband. He was minded to go from Paris back to Cologne,
and so down the Rhine to Baden. Lady Glencora declared that she hated
the Rhine,--that, of all rivers, it was the most distasteful to
her; that, of all scenery, the scenery of the Rhine was the most
over-praised; and that she would be wretched all the time if she
were carried that way. Upon this, Mr Palliser referred the matter
to Alice; and she, who had last been upon the Rhine with her
cousins Kate and George Vavasor, voted for going to Baden by way of
Strasbourg.

"We will go by Strasbourg, then," said Mr Palliser, gallantly.

"Not that I want to see that horrid church again," said Glencora.

"Everything is alike horrid to you, I think," said her husband. "You
are determined not to be contented, so that it matters very little
whic