"Certainly, a fine woman never looks better than on horseback" said Mr Gascoigne. "And Gwendolen has the figure for it. I don't say the thing should not be considered."
"We might try it for a time, at all events. It can be given up, if necessary," said Mrs Davilow. "Well, I will consult Lord Brackenshaw's head groom. He is my fidus Achates in the horsey way."
"Thanks" said Mrs Davilow, much relieved. "You are very kind."
"That he always is," said Mrs Gascoigne. And later that night, when she and her husband were in private, she said—
"I thought you were almost too indulgent about the horse for Gwendolen. She ought not to claim so much more than your own daughter would think of. Especially before we see how Fanny manages on her income. And you really have enough to do without taking all this trouble on yourself."
"My dear Nancy, one must look at things from every point of view. This girl is really worth some expense: you don't often see her equal. She ought to make a first-rate marriage, and I should not be doing my duty if I spared my trouble in helping her forward. You know your-
