And then she met Mrs. Harold Smith, who had taken Mrs. Proudie's noble suite of rooms in her tour for the evening, and was devoting to them a period of twenty minutes. "And so I may congratulate you," Miss Dunstable said eagerly to her friend.
"No, in mercy's name, do no such thing, or you may too probably have to uncongratulate me again—and that will be so unpleasant."
"But they told me that Lord Brock had sent for him yesterday." Now at this period Lord Brock was prime minister.
"So he did, and Harold was with him backward and forward all the day. But he can't shut his eyes and open his mouth, and see what God will send him, as a wise and prudent man should do. He is always for bargaining, and no prime minister likes that."
"I would not be in his shoes if, after all, he has to come home and say that the bargain is off."
"Ha! ha! ha! Well, I should not take it very quietly. But what can we poor women do, you know? When it is settled, my dear, I'll send you a line at once." And then Mrs. Harold Smith finished her course round the rooms, and regained her carriage within the twenty minutes.
"Beautiful profile, has she not?" said Miss Dunstable, somewhat later in the evening, to Mrs. Proudie. Of course, the profile spoken of belonged to Miss Grantly.
"Yes, it is beautiful, certainly," said Mrs. Proudie. "The pity is that it means nothing."
"The gentlemen seem to think that it means a good deal."
"I am not sure of that. She has no conversation, you see—not a word. She has been sitting there with Lord Dumbello at her elbow for the last hour, and yet she has hardly opened her mouth three times."
"But, my dear Mrs. Proudie, who on earth could talk to Lord Dumbello?"
Mrs. Proudie thought that her own daughter Olivia would undoubtedly be able to do so, if only she could get the opportunity. But then Olivia had so much conversation.
And while the two ladies were yet looking at the youthful pair, Lord Dumbello did speak again. "I think I have had enough of this now," said he, addressing himself to Griselda.
