"Dear Lady Glencora," whispered the Duchess, in an ecstasy of agony. Lady Glencora turned and bowed her head to her stout friend. "Do let me go away with you. There's that woman, Mrs. Conway Sparkes, coming, and you know how I hate her." She had nothing to do but to take the Duchess under her wing, and they passed into the large room together. It is, I think, more than probable that Mrs. Conway Sparkes had been brought in by Lady Monk as the only way of removing the Duchess from her stool.

"Dear Lady Glencora," whispered the Duchess, in an ecstasy of agony. Lady Glencora turned to her. "Do let me go away with you. There's that woman, Mrs. Conway Sparkes, coming, and you know how I hate her."
She had to take the Duchess under her wing, and they passed into the large room together. It is, I think, probable that Mrs. Conway Sparkes had been brought in by Lady Monk as the only way of removing the Duchess.
