I was with Disraeli (who was one of the few men who did not propose to me) not long before the end, and he gave me many confidences, although he knew all about my friendship with Gladstone. But then I have always chosen my friends impartially from all the camps. My exact memory enables me to repeat my last conversation with Dizzy word for word:—
Margot. You look tired. Shall I dance for you?
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THE REAL MUSIC.
John Bull. "I WISH THEY'D LET ME HEAR THE LADY."