had therefore arranged that Florence Tressilian should come and stay in Calcutta Gardens for the next few days, to look after her and see she did no wrong. Peter asked who Florence Tressilian might be: he greatly hoped, for the success of Lady Agnes's precautions, that she was not a flighty young genius like Biddy. She was described to him as tremendously nice and tremendously clever, but also tremendously old and tremendously safe; with the addition that Biddy was tremendously fond of her and that while she remained in Calcutta Gardens they expected to enjoy themselves tremendously. She was to come that afternoon, before dinner.
"And are you to dine at home?" said Peter.
"Certainly; where else?"
"And just you two, alone? Do you call that enjoying yourselves tremendously?"
"It will do for me. No doubt I oughtn't, in modesty, to speak for poor Florence."
"It isn't fair to her; you ought to invite some one to meet her."
"Do you mean you, Peter?" the girl asked, turning to him quickly, with a look that vanished the instant he caught it.
"Try me; I'll come like a shot."
"That's kind," said Biddy, dropping her hands and now resting her eyes on him gratefully. She remained in this position a moment, as if she were under a charm; then she jerked herself back to her work with the remark: "Florence will like that immensely."
"I'm delighted to please Florence, your description of her is so attractive!" Sherringham laughed. And when the girl
