that such a woman as Lady Laura could accept such a man as Mr. Kennedy because of his wealth, and because of his fine place,—­a man who had not a word to throw to a dog, who did not seem to be possessed of an idea, who hardly looked like a gentleman;—­so Phineas told himself.  But in truth Mr. Kennedy, though he was a plain, unattractive man, with nothing in his personal appearance to call for remark, was not unlike a gentleman in his usual demeanour.  Phineas himself, it may be here said, was six feet high, and very handsome, with bright blue eyes, and brown wavy hair, and light silken beard.  Mrs. Low had told her husband more than once that he was much too handsome to do any good.  Mr. Low, however, had replied that young Finn had never shown himself to be conscious of his own personal advantages.  “He’ll learn it soon enough,” said Mrs. Low.  “Some woman will tell him, and then he’ll be spoilt.”  I do not think that Phineas depended much as yet on his own good looks, but he felt that Mr. Kennedy ought to be despised by such a one as Lady Laura Standish, because his looks were not good.  And she must despise him!  It could not be that a woman so full of life should be willing to put up with a man who absolutely seemed to have no life within him.  And yet why was he there, and why was he allowed to hang about just over her shoulders?  Phineas Finn began to feel himself to be an injured man.

But Lady Laura had the power of dispelling instantly this sense of injury.  She had done it effectually in the dining-room by calling him to the seat by her side, to the express exclusion of the millionaire, and she did it again now by walking away from Mr. Kennedy to the spot on which Phineas had placed himself somewhat sulkily.

“Of course you’ll be at the club on Friday morning after the division,” she said.

“No doubt.”

“When you leave it, come and tell me what are your impressions, and what you think of Mr. Daubeny’s speech.  There’ll be nothing done in the House before four, and you’ll be able to run up to me.”

“Certainly I will.”

“I have asked Mr. Kennedy to come, and Mr. Fitzgibbon.  I am so anxious about it, that I want to hear what different people say.  You know, perhaps, that papa is to be in the Cabinet if there’s a change.”

“Is he indeed?”

“Oh yes;—­and you’ll come up?”

“Of course I will.  Do you expect to hear much of an opinion from Mr. Kennedy?”

“Yes, I do.  You don’t quite know Mr. Kennedy yet.  And you must remember that he will say more to me than he will to you.  He’s not quick, you know, as you are, and he has no enthusiasm on any subject;—­but he has opinions, and sound opinions too.”  Phineas felt that Lady Laura was in a slight degree scolding him for the disrespectful manner in which he had spoken of Mr. Kennedy; and he felt also that he had committed himself,—­that he had shown himself to be sore, and that she had seen and understood his soreness.