No doubt, added to this there was a feeling that "Lizzie," as she was not uncommonly called by people who had hardly ever seen her, had something amiss with it all.

"I don't know where it is she's lame," said that very clever man, Captain Boodle, who had lately reappeared among his military friends at his club, "but she don't go flat all round." "She has the devil of a temper, no doubt," said Lieutenant Griggs.
"No mouth, I should say," said Boodle.

It was thus that Lizzie was talked about at the clubs; but she was asked to dinners and balls, and gave little dinners herself, and to a certain extent was the fashion.

Everybody had declared that of course she would marry again, and now it was known everywhere that she was engaged to Lord Fawn.
"Poor dear Lord Fawn!" said Lady Glencora Palliser to her dear friend Madame Max Goesler; "do you remember how violently he was in love with Violet Effingham two years ago ?" "Two years is a long time, Lady Glencora; and Violet Effingham has chosen another husband." "But isn't this a fall for him?
Violet was the sweetest girl out, and at one time I really thought she meant to take him." "I thought she meant to take another man whom she did not take," said Madame Goesler, who had her own recollections, who was a widow herself, and who, at the period to which Lady Glencora was referring, had thought that perhaps she might cease to be a widow.

Not that she had ever suggested to herself that Lord Fawn might be her second husband.
"Poor Lord Fawn!" continued Lady Glencora.