Had Lady Glencora paused on the subject of Dandy and Flirt, she might have managed to be enthusiastic about the horses, but she could not discuss freely the general silence of the Palliser family, nor the excellent lungs, as regarded public purposes, of the one who was the husband of her present friend.

So she asked how far it was to Matching Priory.
"You're not tired of me already, I hope," said Lady Glencora.
"I didn't mean that," said Alice.

"I delight in the drive.

But somehow one expects Matching Station to be near Matching." "Ah, yes; that's a great cheat.

It's not Matching Station at all but Matching Road Station, and it's eight miles.