He's a very nice sort of young
man, but I'm told he hasn't got his house ready yet for a family."
All which Lord Chiltern repeated to his wife. Neither of them spoke
to Adelaide again about Mr. Spooner; but this did cause a feeling in
Lady Chiltern's mind that perhaps this engagement with young Maule
was a foolish thing, and that, if so, she was in a great measure
responsible for the folly.
"Don't you think you'd better write to him?" she said, one morning.
"Why does he not write to me?"
"But he did,--when he wrote you that his father would not consent to
give up the house. You did not answer him then."
"It was two lines,--without a date. I don't even know where he
lives."
"You know his club?"
"Yes,--I know his club. I do feel, Lady Chiltern, that I have become
engaged to marry a man as to whom I am altogether in the dark. I
don't like writing to him at his club."
"You have seen more of him here and in Italy than most girls see of
their future husbands."
"So I have,--but I have seen no one belonging to him.
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