seconds, but with great yearning, parry her own antagonist. "She'll help me, I think, papa!"
"That's exactly what strikes me, love!" he cheerfully replied. "But I'll help you too!" He gave her, toward the stairs, a push proportioned both to his authority and to her weight; and while she reluctantly climbed in the wake of the visitors, he laid on Mrs. Gracedew's arm, with a portentous glance at Captain Yule, a hand of commanding significance. "Just pile it on!"
Her attention came back—she seemed to see. "He doesn't like it?"
"Not half enough. Bring him round."
Her eyes rested again on their companion, who had fidgeted further away and who now, with his hands in his pockets and unaware of this private passage, stood again in the open doorway and gazed into the grey court. Something in the sight determined her. "I'll bring him round."
But at this moment Cora, pausing half-way up, sent down another entreaty. "Mrs. Gracedew, will you see me?"
The charming woman looked at her watch. "In ten minutes," she smiled back.
Mr. Prodmore, bland and assured, looked at his own. "You could put him through in five—but
