They are sending me out as minister to a little hot hole in Central America—five thousand miles away. I shall have to go rather soon."
"Oh, I'm so glad!" Lady Agnes breathed. Still she paused at the foot of the stair and still she gazed.
"How very delightful, because it will lead, straight off, to all sorts of other good things!" Grace exclaimed.
"Oh, I'm crawling up, and I'm an excellency," Peter laughed.
"Then if you dine with us your excellency must have great people to meet you."
"Nick and Biddy—they're great enough."
"Come up-stairs—come up-stairs," said Lady Agnes, turning quickly and beginning to ascend.
"Wait for Biddy—I'm going out," Grace continued, extending her hand to her kinsman. "I shall see you again—not that you care; but good-bye now. Wait for Biddy," the girl repeated in a lower tone, fastening her eyes on his with the same urgent, mystifying gleam that he thought he had perceived in them at luncheon.
"Oh, I'll go and see her in Rosedale Road," he answered.
"Do you mean to-day—now?"
"I don't know about to-day, but before I leave England."
"Well, she'll be in immediately," said Grace. "Good-bye to your excellency."
"Come up, Peter—please come up," called Lady Agnes, from the top of the stairs.
He mounted, and when he found himself in the drawing-room with her, with the door closed, she told him that she
