The dean was her uncle, but then the dean was down at Bobsborough.

It might be necessary for him to go down to Bobsborough;--but in the meantime he would see Frank Greystock.
Greystock was as bitter a Tory as any in England.

Greystock was the very man who had attacked him, Lord Fawn, in the House of Commons respecting the Sawab,--making the attack quite personal,--and that without a shadow of a cause! Within the short straight grooves of Lord Fawn's intellect the remembrance of this supposed wrong was always running up and down, renewing its own soreness.

He regarded Greystock as an enemy who would lose no opportunity of injuring him.
In his weakness and littleness he was quite unable to judge of other men by himself.

He would not go a hair's breadth astray, if he knew it; but because Greystock had, in debate, called him timid and tyrannical, he believed that Greystock would stop short of nothing that might injure him.