And he could remember how his uncle,
the last duke, who had seldom taken much trouble in merely human
affairs, had said a word or two--'I have heard a whisper about you
and Lady Glencora McCloskie, nothing could be better.' The result
had been undoubtedly good. His Cora and all her money had been
saved from a worthless spendthrift. He had found a wife who he now
thought had made him happy. And she had found at any rate a
respectable husband. The idea when picked to pieces is not a nice
idea. 'Let us look out for a husband for this girl, so that we may
get her married--out of the way of her lover.' It is not nice. But
it had succeeded in one case, and why should it not succeed in
another?
But how was it to be done? Who should do it? Whom should he select
to play the part which he had undertaken in that other
arrangement? No worse person could be found then himself in
managing such an affair. When the idea had at first been raised he
had thought that Lady Cantrip would do it all; but now he was
angry with Lady Cantrip.
How was it to be done? How should it be commenced? How had it been
commenced in his own case? He did not in the least know how he had
been chosen.
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