a marble group which stood near them, on the right—a man, with the skin of a beast round his loins, tussling with a naked woman in some primitive effort of courtship or capture.
Lady Agnes followed the direction of her son's eyes, and then observed:
"Everything seems very dreadful. I should think Biddy had better sit still. Hasn't she seen enough horrors up above?"
"I dare say that if Peter comes Julia will be with him," the elder girl remarked irrelevantly.
"Well, then, he can take Julia about. That will be more proper," said Lady Agnes.
"Mother, dear, she doesn't care a rap about art. It's a fearful bore looking at fine things with Julia," Nick rejoined.
"Won't you go with him, Grace?" said Biddy, appealing to her sister.
"I think she has awfully good taste!" Grace exclaimed, not answering this inquiry.
"Don't say nasty things about her!" Lady Agnes broke out, solemnly, to her son, after resting her eyes on him a moment with an air of reluctant reprobation.
"I say nothing but what she'd say herself," the young man replied. "About some things she has very good taste, but about this kind of thing she has no taste at all."
"That's better, I think," said Lady Agnes, turning her eyes again to the "kind of thing" that her son appeared to designate.
"She's awfully clever—awfully!" Grace went on, with decision.
