Next to Charles Fox, perhaps the most eminent and influential member of the Whig party was Lady Monteagle.  The daughter of one of the oldest and most powerful peers in the kingdom, possessing lively talents and many fascinating accomplishments, the mistress of a great establishment, very beautiful, and, although she had been married some years, still young, the celebrated wife of Lord Monteagle found herself the centre of a circle alike powerful, brilliant, and refined.  She was the Muse of the Whig party, at whose shrine every man of wit and fashion was proud to offer his flattering incense; and her house became not merely the favourite scene of their social pleasures, but the sacred, temple of their political rites; here many a manoeuvre was planned, and many a scheme suggested; many a convert enrolled, and many a votary initiated.

Reclining on a couch in a boudoir, which she was assured was the exact facsimile of that of Marie Antoinette, Lady Monteagle, with an eye sparkling with excitement and a cheek flushed with emotion, appeared deeply interested in a volume, from which she raised her hand as her husband entered the room.

‘Gertrude, my love,’ said his lordship, ’I have asked the new bishop to dine with us to-day.’

‘My dear Henry,’ replied her ladyship, ’what could induce you to do anything so strange?’

‘I suppose I have made a mistake, as usual,’ said his lordship, shrugging his shoulders, with a smile.

’My dear Henry, you know you may ask whomever you like to your house.  I never find fault with what you do.  But what could induce you to ask a Tory bishop to meet a dozen of our own people?’

‘I thought I had done wrong directly I had asked him,’ rejoined his lordship; ’and yet he would not have come if I had not made such a point of it.  I think I will put him off.’

‘No, my love, that would be wrong; you cannot do that.’

’I cannot think how it came into my head.  The fact is, I lost my presence of mind.  You know he was my tutor at Christchurch, when poor dear Herbert and I were such friends, and very kind he was to us both; and so, the moment I saw him, I walked across the House, introduced myself, and asked him to dinner.’

‘Well, never mind,’ said Lady Monteagle, smiling.  ’It is rather ridiculous:  but I hope nothing will be said to offend him.’

’Oh! do not be alarmed about that:  he is quite a man of the world, and, although he has his opinions, not at all a partisan.  I assure you poor dear Herbert loved him to the last, and to this very moment has the greatest respect and affection for him.’

’How very strange that not only your tutor, but Herbert’s, should be a bishop,’ remarked the lady, smiling.

‘It is very strange,’ said his lordship, ’and it only shows that it is quite useless in this world to lay plans, or reckon on anything.  You know how it happened?’

’Not I, indeed; I have never given a thought to the business; I only remember being very vexed that that stupid old Bangerford should not have died when we were in office, and then, at any rate, we should have got another vote.’