"Do you mean Mr. Carteret's?" The question made him laugh, as her feeble reference, five minutes before, to the House of Lords had done. But she pursued, too full of her idea to take account of such a poor substitute for an answer: "Let me tell you one thing, for I have known Charles Carteret much longer than you, and I understand him better. There's nothing you could do that would do you more good with him than to marry Julia. I know the way he looks at things and I know exactly how that would strike him. It would please him, it would charm him; it would be the thing that would most prove to him that you're in earnest. You need to do something of that sort."
"Haven't I come in for Harsh?" asked Nick.
"Oh, he's very canny. He likes to see people rich. Then he believes in them—then he's likely to believe more. He's kind to you because you're your father's son; but I'm sure your being poor takes just so much off."
"He can remedy that so easily," said Nick, smiling still. "Is being kept by Julia what you call making an effort for myself?"
Lady Agnes hesitated; then: "You needn't insult Julia!" she replied.
"Moreover, if I've her money, I sha'n't want his," Nick hinted.
Again his mother waited an instant before answering; after which she produced: "And pray wouldn't you wish to be independent?"
"You're delightful, dear mother—you're very delightful! I particularly like your conception of independence. Doesn't it
