John Eustace and Greystock were very intimate, as also had been Sir
Florian and Greystock. "I tell you what I wish you'd do, Greystock,"
Eustace said to him one day, as they were standing idle together in the
lobby of the House. For John Eustace was also in Parliament.

"Anything to oblige you, my friend."

"It's only a trifle," said Eustace. "Just to marry your cousin, my
brother's widow."

"By Jove, I wish I had the chance!"

"I don't see why you shouldn't. She is sure to marry somebody, and at her
age so she ought. She's not twenty-three yet. We could trust you--with the
child and all the rest of it. As it is, she is giving us a deal of
trouble."

"But, my dear fellow--"

"I know she's fond of you. You were dining there last Sunday."

"And so was Fawn. Lord Fawn is the man to marry Lizzie. You see if he
doesn't. He was uncommonly sweet on her the other night, and really
interested her about the Sawab."

"She'll never be Lady Fawn," said John Eustace. "And to tell the truth, I
shouldn't care to have to deal with Lord Fawn. He would be infinitely
troublesome; and I can hardly wash my hands of her affairs. She's worth
nearly £5,000 a year as long as she lives, and I really don't think that
she's much amiss."