There seemed to be dozens of people. You will see in the list in the
_Morning Post_ to-morrow what a number of the Nazeby set there are
here.
Lord Valmond is here, but he did not see me until we were at dinner. I
went in with Mr. Hodgkinson, who is contesting this Division; he is
quite young and wears an eyeglass, which he keeps dropping. He really
looks silly, but they say he says some clever things if you give him
time, and that he will be a great acquisition to the party he has
joined now, as it is much easier to get made a peer by the Radicals;
and that is what he wants, as his father made a huge fortune in bones
and glue.
He did not talk to me at all, but eat his dinner at first, and then
said: "I don't believe in talking before the fish, do you?"
So I said: "No, nor till after the ices, unless one has something to
say."
He was so surprised that his eyeglass dropped, and he had to fumble to
find it, so by that time I had begun to talk to old Colonel Blake, who
was at the other side of me.
[Sidenote: _The Game of Bridge_]
Lady Doraine was looking so pretty; her hair has grown much fairer and
nicer than it was at Nazeby.
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