He was old enough to be her father, and was a Cabinet Minister; therefore he was entitled to her reverence.

But how was it that she could not help accepting the other people round her as being indeed superior to herself?
Was she really learning to believe that she could grow upwards by their sunlight?
"Jeffrey is a pleasant fellow, is he not ?" said Lady Glencora to her as they passed back through the billiard-room to the drawing-room.
"Very pleasant;--a little sarcastic, perhaps." "I should think you would soon find yourself able to get the better of that if he tries it upon you," said Lady Glencora; and then the ladies were all in the drawing-room together.
"It is quite deliciously warm, coming from one room to another," said the Duchess, putting her emphasis on the "one" and the "other." "Then we had better keep continually moving," said a certain Mrs Conway Sparkes, a literary lady, who had been very handsome, who was still very clever, who was not perhaps very good-natured, and of whom the Duchess of St Bungay was rather afraid.
"I hope we may be warm here too," said Lady Glencora.
"But not deliciously warm," said Mrs Conway Sparkes.
"It makes me tremble in every limb when Mrs Sparkes attacks her," Lady Glencora said to Alice in Alice's own room that night, "for I know she'll tell the Duke; and he'll tell that tall man with red hair whom you see standing about, and the tall man with red hair will tell Mr Palliser, and then I shall catch it." "And who is the tall man with red hair ?" "He's a political link between the Duke and Mr Palliser.

His name is Bott, and he's a Member of Parliament." "But why should he interfere ?" "I suppose it's his business.

I don't quite understand all the ins and outs of it.

I believe he's to be one of Mr Palliser's private secretaries if he becomes Chancellor of the Exchequer.