regard even to them she were, through that unity of art that her brother had just proclaimed, in some degree an effective cause.
"There's a great deal being done here—a real vitality," Nicholas Dormer went on, to his mother, in the same reasonable, informing way. "Some of these fellows go very far."
"They do, indeed!" said Lady Agnes.
"I'm fond of young schools, like this movement in sculpture," Nick remarked, with his slightly provoking serenity.
"They're old enough to know better!"
"Mayn't I look, mamma? It is necessary to my development," Biddy declared.
"You may do as you like," said Lady Agnes, with dignity.
"She ought to see good work, you know," the young man went on.
"I leave it to your sense of responsibility." This statement was somewhat majestic, and for a moment, evidently, it tempted Nick, almost provoked him, or at any rate suggested to him an occasion to say something that he had on his mind. Apparently, however, he judged the occasion on the whole not good enough, and his sister Grace interposed with the inquiry—
"Please, mamma, are we never going to lunch?"
"Ah, mother, mother!" the young man murmured, in a troubled way, looking down at Lady Agnes with a deep fold in his forehead.
For her, also, as she returned his look, it seemed an occasion; but with this difference, that she had no hesitation in taking advantage of it. She was encouraged by his slight embarrassment; for ordinarily Nick was not embarrassed. "You used
