All the time love would be out of the question; neither mother nor daughter would care if you were hanged, or, as Lady Dashfort would herself have expressed it, if you were d-d.' 'With such women, I should think a man's heart could be in no great danger,' said Lord Colambre.
'There you might be mistaken, my lord; there's a way to every man's heart, which no man in his own case is aware of, but which every woman knows right well, and none better than these ladies--by his vanity.' 'True,' said Captain Bowles.
'I am not so vain as to think myself without vanity,' said Lord Colambre; 'but love, I should imagine, is a stronger passion than vanity.' 'You should imagine! Stay till you are tried, my lord.

Excuse me,' said Captain Bowles, laughing.
Lord Colambre felt the good sense of this, and determined to have nothing to do with these dangerous ladies; indeed, though he had talked, he had scarcely yet thought of them; for his imagination was intent upon that packet from Miss Nugent, which Mrs.Petito said she had for him.

He heard nothing of it, or of her, for some days.

He sent his servant every day to Stephen's Green to inquire if Lady Dashfort had returned to town.
Her ladyship at last returned; but Mrs.Petito could not deliver the parcel to any hand but Lord Colambre's own, and she would not stir out, because her lady was indisposed.

No longer able to restrain his impatience, Lord Colambre went himself--knocked at Lady Dashfort's door--inquired for Mrs.Petito--was shown into her parlour.