voice now took license to throw in the words: "We know what Mr. Nash thinks of politics: he told us just now he thinks they are dreadful."
"No, not dreadful—only inferior," the personage impugned protested. "Everything is relative."
"Inferior to what?" Lady Agnes demanded.
Mr. Nash appeared to consider a moment. "To anything else that may be in question."
"Nothing else is in question!" said her ladyship, in a tone that would have been triumphant if it had not been dry.
"Ah, then!" And her neighbour shook his head sadly. He turned, after this, to Biddy, saying to her: "The ladies whom I was with just now, and in whom you were so good as to express an interest?" Biddy gave a sign of assent, and he went on: "They are persons theatrical; the younger one is trying to go upon the stage."
"And are you assisting her?" Biddy asked, pleased that she had guessed so nearly right.
"Not in the least—I'm rather heading her off. I consider it the lowest of the arts."
"Lower than politics?" asked Peter Sherringham, who was listening to this.
"Dear, no, I won't say that. I think the Théâtre Français a greater institution than the House of Commons."
"I agree with you there!" laughed Sherringham; "all the more that I don't consider the dramatic art a low one. On the contrary, it seems to me to include all the others."
"Yes—that's a view. I think it's the view of my friends."
"Of your friends?"
