And the difficulties about the girl were almost worse to bear that those about the boys.  She had done nothing wrong.  She had given no signs of extravagance or other juvenile misconduct.  But she was beautiful and young.  How was he to bring her out into the world?  How was he to decide whom she should or whom she should not marry?  How was he to guide her through the shoals and rocks which lay in the path of such a girl before she can achieve matrimony?

It was the fate of the family that, with a world of acquaintance, they had not many friends.  From all close connection with relatives on the side of the Duchess they had been dissevered by old feelings at first, and afterwards by want of any similitude in the habits of life.  She had, when young been repressed by male and female guardians with an iron hand.  Such repression had been needed, and had been perhaps salutary, but it had not left behind it much affection.  And then her nearest relatives were not sympathetic with the Duke.  He could obtain no assistance in the care of his girl from that source.  Nor could he even do it from his own cousins’ wives, who were his nearest connections on the side of the Pallisers.  They were women to whom he had ever been kind, but to whom he had never opened his heart.  When, in the midst of the stunning sorrow of the first week, he tried to think of all this, it seemed to him that there was nobody.

There had been one lady, a very dear ally, staying in the house with them when the Duchess died.  This was Mrs Finn, the wife of Phineas Finn, who had been one of the Duke’s colleagues when in office.  How it had come to pass that Mrs Finn and the Duchess had become singularly bound together has been told elsewhere.  But there had been close bonds,—­so close that when the Duchess on their return from the Continent had passed through London on her way to Matching, ill at the time and very comfortless, it had been almost a thing of course, that Mrs Finn should go with her.  And as she had sunk, and then despaired, and then died, it was this woman who had always been at her side, who had ministered to her, and had listened to the fears and the wishes and hopes that she had expressed respecting the children.

At Matching, amidst the ruins of the old Priory, there is a parish burying-ground, and there, in accordance with her own wish, almost within sight of her own bedroom-window, she was buried.  On the day of the funeral a dozen relatives came, Pallisers and McCloskies, who on such an occasion were bound to show themselves, as members of the family.  With them and his two sons the Duke walked across to the graveyard, and then walked back; but even to those who stayed the night at the house he hardly spoke.  By noon the following day they had all left him, and the only stranger in the house was Mrs Finn.