No longer was she obliged to puzzle for hours over the complicated details of business, for now she had only to ask Mr.Disraeli for an explanation, and he would give it her in the most concise, in the most amusing, way.

No longer was she worried by alarming novelties; no longer was she put out at finding herself treated, by a reverential gentleman in high collars, as if she were some embodied precedent, with a recondite knowledge of Greek.

And her deliverer was surely the most fascinating of men.

The strain of charlatanism, which had unconsciously captivated her in Napoleon III, exercised the same enchanting effect in the case of Disraeli.

Like a dram-drinker, whose ordinary life is passed in dull sobriety, her unsophisticated intelligence gulped down his rococo allurements with peculiar zest.