"As for the papers," said Bobbie, "you see they're already at it hammer
and tongs. However, so long as the _Herald_ sticks to Ferrier, he has
very much the best of it. This new editor Barrington is an awfully
clever fellow."
"Barrington!--Barrington!" said Lady Niton, looking up, "That's the man
who's coming to-night."
"Coming here?--Barrington? Hullo, I wonder what's up?"
"He proposed himself, Oliver says; he's an old friend."
"They were at Trinity together. But he doesn't really care much about
Oliver. I'm certain he's not coming here for Oliver's _beaux yeux_, or
Lady Lucy's."
"What does it matter?" cried Lady Niton, disdainfully.
"H'm!--you think 'em all a poor lot?"
"Well, when you've known Dizzy and Peel, Palmerston and Melbourne,
you're not going to stay awake nights worriting about John Ferrier. In
any other house but this I should back Lord Philip. But I like to make
Oliver uncomfortable."
"Upon my word! I have heard you say that Lord Philip's speeches were
abominable."
"So they are. But he ought to have credit for the number of 'em he can
turn out in a week."
"He'll be heard, in fact, for his much speaking?"
Bobbie looked at his companion with a smile.
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