"Very happily, I should say."
"I don't believe it," said Lord Chiltern. "Her temper is too much like mine to allow her to be happy with such a log of wood as Robert Kennedy. It is such men as he who drive me out of the pale of decent life. If that is decency, I'd sooner be indecent. You mark my words. They'll come to grief. She'll never be able to stand it."
"I should think she had her own way in everything," said Phineas.
"No, no. Though he's a prig, he's a man; and she will not find it easy to drive him."
"But she may bend him."
"Not an inch;—that is if I understand his character. I suppose you see a good deal of them?"
"Yes,—pretty well. I'm not there so often as I used to be in the Square."
"You get sick of it, I suppose. I should. Do you see my father often?"
"Only occasionally. He is always very civil when I do see him."
"He is the very pink of civility when he pleases, but the most unjust man I ever met."