"There is Sir Omicron," said Lady Glencora, turning round to
the little doctor. But Lady Hartletop was too proud to appeal to Sir
Omicron, who, as a matter of course, would support the orders of Lady
Glencora. On the next morning Madame Goesler did not appear at the
breakfast-table, and at eleven Lady Hartletop was taken back to the
train in Lady Glencora's carriage. She had submitted herself to
discomfort, indignity, fatigue, and disappointment; and it had all
been done for love. With her broad face, and her double chin, and her
heavy jowl, and the beard that was growing round her lips, she did
not look like a romantic woman; but, in spite of appearances, romance
and a duck-like waddle may go together. The memory of those forty
years had been strong upon her, and her heart was heavy because she
could not see that old man once again. Men will love to the last,
but they love what is fresh and new. A woman's love can live on the
recollection of the past, and cling to what is old and ugly. "What
an episode!" said Lady Glencora, when the unwelcome visitor was
gone;--"but it's odd how much less dreadful things are than you think
they will be.
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