It seemed, indeed, to Phineas that as Mrs.Low was buckled up in such triple armour that she feared nothing, she might have been less loud in expressing her abhorrence of the enemies of the Church.

If she feared nothing, why should she scream so loudly?
Between the two he was a good deal crushed and confounded, and Mrs.Low was very triumphant when she allowed him to escape from her hands at ten o'clock.

But, at that moment, nothing had as yet been heard in Baker Street of Mr.
Daubeny's proposition to the electors of East Barsetshire! Poor Mrs.
Low! We can foresee that there is much grief in store for her, and some rocks ahead, too, in the political career of her husband.
Phineas was still in London, hanging about the clubs, doing nothing, discussing Mr.Daubeny's wonderful treachery with such men as came up to town, and waiting for the meeting of Parliament, when he received the following letter from Lady Laura Kennedy:-- Dresden, November 18, ---- MY DEAR MR.

FINN, I have heard with great pleasure from my sister-in-law that you have been staying with them at Harrington Hall.
It seems so like old days that you and Oswald and Violet should be together,--so much more natural than that you should be living in Dublin.

I cannot conceive of you as living any other life than that of the House of Commons, Downing Street, and the clubs.