might the Ex-Ambassador present a picture of amiable cynicism.
"Seems to me, then, you had better apply to the other party."
"Oh, no, Lord Warlock. My Philip is nothing like clever enough to be a Vandeleurite."
Rather sacrificing her lord, though, wasn't she, on the altar of high diplomacy? Not that Mr. Philip minded that particularly. Hot buttered tea-cake was of far more consequence than anything that had transpired up to the present.
The Ex-Ambassador was constrained to feel that the ambitious young woman's reasoning was sound. The young hussy then proceeded to draw her next card out of the pack, and it wasn't a very bad one, either.
"You see, Lord Warlock, I am so keen for my Philip to go into politics, as I want people to say that the best day's work he ever did was when he married me."
There was only one reply for an old diplomatist to make to this engaging candor. It is hardly necessary to say that no time was lost in making it.
How did Mary, who is really too pushing to be quite nice, in my opinion, receive the obviously insincere compliment that was paid to her? says our little friend Miss Newnham. She didn't say a word, my dear, but
