"Not quite;—only I am to go away."
"I don't see why you should go away at all. Frederic doesn't come here so very often, and when he does come he doesn't say much to any one. I suppose it's all Amelia's doing."
"Nobody wants me to go, only I feel that I ought. Mr. Greystock thinks it best."
"I suppose he's going to quarrel with us all."
"No, dear. I don't think he wants to quarrel with any one;—but above all he must not quarrel with me. Lord Fawn has quarrelled with him, and that's a misfortune,—just for the present."
"And where are you going?"
"Nothing has been settled yet; but we are talking of Lady Linlithgow,—if she will take me."
"Lady Linlithgow! Oh dear!"
"Won't it do?"
"They say she is the most dreadful old woman in London. Lady Eustace told such stories about her."