"When Lady Chiltern loses a necklace worth ten thousand pounds there will be talk of her," said Lady Glencora.
At that moment Madame Max Goesler entered the room and whispered a word to the hostess. She had just come from the duke, who could not bear the racket of the billiard-room. "Wants to go to bed, does he? Very well. I'll go to him."
"He seems to be quite fatigued with his fascination about Lady Eustace."
"I call that woman a perfect God-send. What should we have done without her?" This Lady Glencora said almost to herself as she prepared to join the duke. The duke had only one more observation to make before he retired for the night. "I'm afraid, you know, that your friend hasn't what I call a good time before her, Glencora."
In this opinion of the Duke of Omnium, the readers of this story will perhaps agree.