"I will think of what you have been saying," said the Duke. "As to the county suffrage--" "I will think it over," said the Duke. "You see that oak. That is the largest tree we have here at Gatherum; and I doubt whether there be a larger one in this part of England." The Duke's voice and words were not uncourteous, but there was something in them which hindered Sir Orlando from referring again on that occasion to county suffrages or increased armaments. CHAPTER XXI The Duchess's New Swan When the party had been about a week collected at Gatherum Castle, Ferdinand Lopez had manifestly become the favourite of the Duchess for the time, and had, at her instance, promised to remain there for some further days. He had hardly spoken to the Duke since he had been in the house,--but then but few of that motley assembly did talk much with the Duke. Gunner and Pountney had gone away,--the Captain having declared his dislike of the upstart Portuguese to be so strong that he could not stay in the same house with him any longer, and the Major, who was of stronger mind, having resolved that he would put the intruder down. "It is horrible to think what power money has in these days," said the Captain. The Captain had shaken the dust of Gatherum altogether from his feet, but the Major had so arranged that a bed was to be found for him again in October,--for another happy week; but he was not to return till bidden by the Duchess. "You won't forget;--now will you, Duchess?" he said, imploring her to remember him as he took his leave. "I did take a deal of trouble about the code;--didn't I?" "They don't seem to me to care for the code," said the Duchess, "but, nevertheless, I'll remember." "Who, in the name of all that's wonderful, was that I saw you with in the garden?" the Duchess said to her husband one afternoon. "It was Lady Rosina De Courcy, I suppose." "Heaven and earth!--what a companion for you to choose." "Why not?--why shouldn't I talk to Lady Rosina De Courcy?" "I'm not jealous a bit, if you mean that. I don't think Lady Rosina will steal your heart from me. But why you should pick her out of all the people here, when there are so many would think their fortunes made if you would only take a turn with them, I cannot imagine." "But I don't want to make any one's fortune," said the Duke; "and certainly not in that way." "What could you be saying to her?" "She was talking about her family. I rather like Lady Rosina. She is living all alone, it seems, and almost in poverty. Perhaps there is nothing so sad in the world as the female scions of a noble but impoverished stock." "Nothing so dull, certainly." "People are not dull to me, if they are real. I pity that poor lady. She is proud of her blood and yet not ashamed of her poverty."