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Edward, Lord Murk -- now three years enjoying the viscounty -- was established, during the summer of '92, at "Stowling," his lordship's seat near Bury St Edmunds. Since his uncle's death he had spent the greater part of his time here -- perhaps because his associations with the place were less of the disreputable old peer than of the traditions and the _personnel_ that had made it dear to him in his youth. He had sold both the Cavendish Square property and the villa at Putney; and was consequently, no doubt, very meanly equipped with domicile for a gentleman of his position.
That, maybe, to him was a term little else than synonymous with "opportunity." Position at its best enabled him to realise on some ethical speculations of his earlier educational period. His Paris experiences had given to these their final direction; and though he was theoretically as convinced as ever that men should be made virtuous by Act of Parliament, the tablets of his soul, bitten into by the acid of human suffering, were come nowadays to exhibit the expression of a very human sympathy.