Bonteen, "than the attack made upon Mr. Bonteen the night before
last?" Phineas could see a smile on Madame Goesler's face as the
question was asked;--for she knew, and he knew that she knew, how
great was the antipathy between him and the Bonteens.
"The attack was upon Mr. Gresham, I thought," said Phineas.
"Oh, yes; nominally. But of course everybody knows what was meant.
Upon my word there is twice more jealousy among men than among women.
Is there not, Madame Goesler?"
"I don't think any man could be more jealous than I am myself," said
Madame Goesler.
"Then you're fit to be a member of a Government, that's all. I don't
suppose that there is a man in England has worked harder for his
party than Mr. Bonteen."
"I don't think there is," said Phineas.
"Or made himself more useful in Parliament. As for work, only that
his constitution is so strong, he would have killed himself."
"He should take Thorley's mixture,--twice a day," said Madame
Goesler.
"Take!--he never has time to take anything.
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