As has been told in a former portion of this chronicle, she could always seem to be happy with her companion of the day, and yet there was ever present a gnawing desire to do something more and something better than she had as yet achieved.

Of course, as he took her to the meet, Lord Chiltern told her his grievance respecting Trumpeton Wood.

"But, my dear Lord Chiltern, you must not abuse the Duke of Omnium to me." "Why not to you ?" "He and I are sworn friends." "He's a hundred years old." "And why shouldn't I have a friend a hundred years old?
And as for Mr.Palliser, he knows no more of your foxes than I know of his taxes.

Why don't you write to Lady Glencora?
She understands everything." "Is she a friend of yours, too ?" "My particular friend.

She and I, you know, look after the poor dear Duke between us." "I can understand why she should sacrifice herself." "But not why I do.