Lord Boanerges did know almost every thing, but he did not know that; and so Miss Dunstable went on:
" 'Did I not own Jehovah's power,
How vain were all I knew.'"
"Exactly, exactly, Miss Dunstable," said his lordship; "but why not own the power and trace the flower as well? perhaps one might help the other."
Upon the whole, I am afraid that Lord Boanerges got the best of it. But then that is his line. He has been getting the best of it all his life.
It was observed by all that the duke was especially attentive to young Mr. Frank Gresham, the gentleman on whom and on whose wife Miss Dunstable had seized so vehemently. This Mr. Gresham was the richest commoner in the county, and it was rumored that at the next election he would be one of the members for the East Riding. Now the duke had little or nothing to do with the East Riding, and it was well known that young Gresham would be brought forward as a strong conservative. But, nevertheless, his acres were so extensive and his money so plentiful that he was worth a duke's notice. Mr. Sowerby also was almost more than civil to him, as was natural, seeing that this very young man, by a mere scratch of his pen, could turn a scrap of paper into a bank-note of almost fabulous value.
"So you have the East Barsetshire hounds at Boxall Hill, have you not?" said the duke.
"The hounds are there," said Frank. "But I am not the master."
"Oh! I understood—"
"My father has them. But he finds Boxall Hill more centrical than Greshamsbury. The dogs and horses have to go shorter distances."
"Boxall Hill is very centrical."
"Oh, exactly!"
"And your young gorse coverts are doing well?"
"Pretty well—gorse won't thrive every where, I find. I wish it would."
"That's just what I say to Fothergill; and then, where there's much wood-land, you can't get the vermin to leave it."
"But we haven't a tree at Boxall Hill," said Mrs. Gresham.
