On the following morning they all started together, a first-class compartment having been taken for the Palliser family, and a second-class compartment close to them for the Palliser servants. Mr. Palliser, as he slowly handed his wife in, was a triumphant man; as was also Mr. Grey, as he handed in his lady-love, though, in a manner, much less manifest. We may say that both the gentlemen had been very fortunate while at Lucerne. Mr. Palliser had come abroad with a feeling that all the world had been cut from under his feet. A great change was needed for his wife, and he had acknowledged at once that everything must be made to yield to that necessity. He certainly had his reward,--now in his triumphant return. Terrible troubles had afflicted him as he went, which seemed now to have dissipated themselves altogether. When he thought of Burgo Fitzgerald he remembered him only as a poor, unfortunate fellow, for whom he should be glad to do something, if the doing of anything were only in his power; and he had in his pocket a letter which he had that morning received from the Duke of St. Bungay, marked private and confidential, which was in its nature very private and confidential, and in which he was told that Lord Brock and Mr. Finespun were totally at variance about French wines. Mr. Finespun wanted to do something, now in the recess,--to send some political agent over to France,--to which Lord Brock would not agree; and no one knew what would be the consequence of this disagreement. Here might be another chance,--if only Mr. Palliser could give up his winter in Italy! 
On the following morning they all started together, a first-class compartment having been taken for the Palliser family, and a second-class compartment for the servants. Mr. Palliser, as he handed his wife in, was a triumphant man; as was also Mr. Grey, as he handed in his lady-love.
We may say that both the gentlemen had been very fortunate while at Lucerne. Mr. Palliser had come abroad feeling that all the world had been cut from under his feet. A change was needed for his wife, and he had yielded everything to that necessity. He certainly had his reward now.
The terrible troubles which had afflicted him seemed to have disappeared. When he thought of Burgo Fitzgerald he remembered him only as a poor, unfortunate fellow; and he had in his pocket a letter which he had that morning received from the Duke of St. Bungay, marked private and confidential, in which he was told that Lord Brock and Mr. Finespun were totally at variance, and that no one knew what the consequence would be. Here might be another chance! 