"I do not believe it in the least," said Lady Laura, firing up.
"It does not much matter," said Violet.
"It would matter very much. You know, you,—you; you know whom he loves. And I do believe that sooner or later you will be his wife."
"Never."
"Yes, you will. Had you not loved him you would never have condescended to accuse him about that woman."
"I have not accused him. Why should he not marry Madame Max Goesler? It would be just the thing for him. She is very rich."
"Never. You will be his wife."
"Laura, you are the most capricious of women. You have two dear friends, and you insist that I shall marry them both. Which shall I take first?"
"Oswald will be here in a day or two, and you can take him if you like it. No doubt he will ask you. But I do not think you will."
"No; I do not think I shall. I shall knock under to Mr. Mill, and go in for women's rights, and look forward to stand for some female borough. Matrimony never seemed to me to be very charming, and upon my word it does not become more alluring by what I find at Loughlinter."