"Not that I want to see that horrid church again," said Glencora.
"Everything is alike horrid to you, I think," said her husband. "You are determined not to be contented, so that it matters very little which way we go."
"That's the truth," said his wife. "It does matter very little."
They got on to Baden,—with very little delay at Strasbourg, and found half an hotel prepared for their reception. Here the carriage was brought into use for the first time, and the mistress of the carriage talked of sending home for Dandy and Flirt. Mr. Palliser, when he heard the proposition, calmly assured his wife that the horses would not bear the journey. "They would be so out of condition," he said, "as not to be worth anything for two or three months."
"I only meant to ask for them if they could come in a balloon," said Lady Glencora.
This angered Mr. Palliser, who had really, for a few minutes, thought of pacifying his wife by sending for the horses.
"Alice," she asked, one morning, "how many eggs are eaten in Baden every morning before ten o'clock?"
Mr. Palliser, who at the moment was in the act of eating one, threw down his spoon, and pushed his plate from him.
"What's the matter, Plantagenet?" she asked.
"The matter!" he said. "But never mind; I am a fool to care for it."