So I said, "Good-day." He marches me to the door, "with his compliments to Lady Dunstane." I could have floored him for that.

Bless my soul, what fellows the world is made of, when here's a man, calling himself a gentleman, who, just because he gets in a rage with his wife for one thing or another--and past all competition the handsomest woman of her day, and the cleverest, the nicest, the best of the whole boiling--has her out for a public horsewhipping, and sets all the idiots of the kingdom against her! I tried to reason with him.

He made as if he were going to sleep standing.' Sir Lukin gratified Lady Dunstane by his honest championship of Diana.
And now, in his altered mood (the thrice indebted rogue was just cloudily conscious of a desire to propitiate his dear wife by serving her friend), he began a crusade against the scandal-newspapers, going with an Irish military comrade straight to the editorial offices, and leaving his card and a warning that the chastisement for print of the name of the lady in their columns would be personal and condign.

Captain Carew Mahony, albeit unacquainted with Mrs.Warwick, had espoused her cause.

She was a woman, she was an Irishwoman, she was a beautiful woman.