Now Mr.Fletcher was wanted elsewhere, having been persuaded to stand for the county, and it was a comfort to the borough that it could resettle itself beneath the warmth of the wings of the Pallisers.
So the matter stood when Lord Silverbridge was told that his presence in the borough for a few hours would be taken as a compliment.
Hitherto no one knew him at Silverbridge.

During his boyhood he had not been much at Gatherum Castle, and had done his best to eschew the place since he had ceased to be a boy.

All the Pallisers took a pride in Gatherum Castle, but they all disliked it.

"Oh yes; I'll go down," he said to Mr.Morton, who was up in town.

"I needn't go to the great barrack I suppose." The great barrack was the Castle.