just come," Peter suggested; "and the great Biddy's, if she's enjoying Paris."
"We may stay, perhaps—with Julia to protect us," said Lady Agnes.
"Ah, she won't stay; she'll go over for her man."
"Her man?"
"The fellow that stands, whoever he is; especially if he's Nick." These last words caused the eyes of Peter Sherringham's companions to meet again, and he went on: "She'll go straight down to Harsh."
"Wonderful Julia!" Lady Agnes panted. "Of course Nick must go straight there, too."
"Well, I suppose he must see first if they'll have him."
"If they'll have him? Why, how can he tell till he tries?"
"I mean the people at headquarters, the fellows who arrange it."
Lady Agnes coloured a little. "My dear Peter, do you suppose there will be the least doubt of their 'having' the son of his father?"
"Of course it's a great name, Cousin Agnes—a very great name."
"One of the greatest, simply," said Lady Agnes, smiling.
"It's the best name in the world!" Grace Dormer subjoined.
"All the same it didn't prevent his losing his seat."
"By half a dozen votes: it was too odious!" her ladyship cried.
"I remember—I remember. And in such a case as that why didn't they immediately put him in somewhere else?"
"How one sees that you live abroad, Peter! There happens
