When the first of the new year came round Lady Glencora was not keeping her appointment at Lady Monk's house. She went to Gatherum Castle, and let us hope that she enjoyed the magnificent Christmas hospitality of the Duke; but when the time came for moving on to Monkshade, she was indisposed, and Mr. Palliser went thither alone. Lady Glencora returned to Matching and remained at home, while her husband was away, in company with the two Miss Pallisers.
When the tidings reached Monkshade that Lady Glencora was not to be expected, Burgo Fitzgerald was already there, armed with such pecuniary assistance as George Vavasor had been able to wrench out of the hands of Mr. Magruin. "Burgo," said his aunt, catching him one morning near his bedroom door as he was about to go down-stairs in hunting trim, "Burgo, your old flame, Lady Glencora, is not coming here."
"Lady Glencora not coming!" said Burgo, betraying by his look and the tone of his voice too clearly that this change in the purpose of a married lady was to him of more importance than it should have been. Such betrayal, however, to Lady Monk was not perhaps matter of much moment.
"No; she is not coming. It can't be matter of any moment to you now."

In the new year Lady Glencora did not go to Lady Monk's house. When the time came for moving on to Monkshade, she was unwell, and Mr. Palliser went there alone. Lady Glencora remained at Matching with the two Miss Pallisers.
When the tidings reached Monkshade that Lady Glencora was not to be expected, Burgo Fitzgerald was already there, armed with the money George Vavasor had been able to wrench out of the hands of Mr. Magruin.
"Burgo," said his aunt, Lady Monk, catching him one morning as he was about to go downstairs in his hunting-clothes, "Burgo, your old flame, Lady Glencora, is not coming."
"Not coming!" said Burgo, betraying too clearly by his look and voice that this was more important to him than it should have been.
"No. It can't matter much to you."
