Lady Amelia was quite clever enough to understand it all; but she had her sister’s interest at heart, and therefore persevered in her affectionate solicitude for her brother-in-law, giving up that point as to St. John’s Wood.  Crosbie himself had wished to go to one of the new Pimlico squares down near Vauxhall Bridge and the river, actuated chiefly by consideration of the enormous distance lying between that locality and the northern region in which Lady Amelia lived; but to this Lady Alexandrina had objected strongly.  If, indeed, they could have achieved Eaton Square, or a street leading out of Eaton Square,—­if they could have crept on to the hem of the skirt of Belgravia,—­the bride would have been delighted.  And at first she was very nearly being taken in with the idea that such was the proposal made to her.  Her geographical knowledge of Pimlico had not been perfect, and she had nearly fallen into a fatal error.  But a friend had kindly intervened.  “For heaven’s sake, my dear, don’t let him take you anywhere beyond Eccleston Square!” had been exclaimed to her in dismay by a faithful married friend.  Thus warned, Alexandrina had been firm, and now their tent was to be pitched in Princess Royal Crescent, from one end of which the Hyde Park may be seen.

The furniture had been ordered chiefly under the inspection, and by the experience, of the Lady Amelia.  Crosbie had satisfied himself by declaring that she at any rate could get the things cheaper than he could buy them, and that he had no taste for such employment.  Nevertheless, he had felt that he was being made subject to tyranny and brought under the thumb of subjection.  He could not go cordially into this matter of beds and chairs, and, therefore, at last deputed the whole matter to the de Courcy faction.  And for this there was another reason, not hitherto mentioned.  Mr Mortimer Gazebee was finding the money with which all the furniture was being bought.  He, with an honest but almost unintelligible zeal for the de Courcy family, had tied up every shilling on which he could lay his hand as belonging to Crosbie, in the interest of Lady Alexandrina.  He had gone to work for her, scraping here and arranging there, strapping the new husband down upon the grindstone of his matrimonial settlement, as though the future bread of his, Gazebee’s, own children were dependent on the validity of his legal workmanship.  And for this he was not to receive a penny, or gain any advantage, immediate or ulterior.  It came from his zeal,—­his zeal for the coronet which Lord de Courcy wore.  According to his mind an earl and an earl’s belongings were entitled to such zeal.  It was the theory in which he had been educated, and amounted to a worship which, unconsciously, he practised.  Personally, he disliked Lord de Courcy, who ill-treated him.  He knew that the earl was a heartless, cruel, bad man.  But as an earl he was entitled to an amount of service which no commoner could have commanded from Mr Gazebee.