"Mr. Bott out!" exclaimed Lady Glencora. "Mr. Bott thrown out! I am so glad. Alice, are you not glad? The red-haired man, that used to stand about, you know, at Matching;--he has lost his seat in Parliament. I suppose he'll go and stand about somewhere in Lancashire, now."
A very indiscreet woman was poor Lady Glencora. Mr. Palliser's face became black beneath _The Times_ newspaper. "I did not know," said he, "that my friend Mr. Bott and Miss Vavasor were enemies."

"Mr. Bott out!" exclaimed Lady Glencora. "I am so glad. Alice, are you not glad? The red-haired man, that used to stand about, you know, at Matching. I suppose he'll go and stand about somewhere in Lancashire, now."
"I did not know," said Mr. Palliser stiffly, "that my friend Mr. Bott and Miss Vavasor were enemies."
