There could be no future Lord Fawns unless he married;--and how could he marry without money?
"A peasant can marry whom he pleases," said Lord Fawn, pressing his hand to his brow, and dropping one flap of his coat, as he thought of his own high and perilous destiny, standing with his back to the fire-place, while a huge pile of letters lay there before him waiting to be signed.
It was a Saturday evening, and as there was no House there was nothing to hurry him away from the office.

He was the occupier for the time of a large, well-furnished official room, looking out into St.James's Park, and as he glanced round it he told himself that his own happiness must be there, and not in the domesticity of a quiet home.

The House of Lords, out of which nobody could turn him, and official life,--as long as he could hold to it,--must be all in all to him.

He had engaged himself to this woman, and he must--marry her.

He did not think that he could now see any way of avoiding that event.