"
"Lord Chiltern says that Mr. Fothergill has the foxes destroyed. I
suppose Mr. Fothergill may do as he pleases if the Duke gives him
permission."
"I hate Mr. Fothergill, if that'll do any good," said the Duchess;
"and we wish we could get rid of him altogether. But that, you know,
is impossible. When one has an old man on one's shoulders one never
can get rid of him. He is my incubus; and then you see Trumpeton Wood
is such a long way from us at Matching that I can't say I want the
shooting for myself. And I never go to Gatherum if I can help it.
Suppose we made out that the Duke wanted to let the shooting?"
"Lord Chiltern would take it at once."
"But the Duke wouldn't really let it, you know. I'll lay awake at
night and think about it. And now tell me about Adelaide Palliser. Is
she to be married?"
"I hope so,--sooner or later."
"There's a quarrel or something;--isn't there? She's the Duke's first
cousin, and we should be so sorry that things shouldn't go pleasantly
with her. And she's a very good-looking girl, too.
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