round. No wonder that his outline of Imperial policy received the most respectful attention.
"Let the Family receive her, and pray let us have no more of it," said Caledonia's blunt daughter.
A suggestion of a great man in the interests of international comity is one thing; but untimely interference from one who has no locus standi beyond the fact that she has three addresses and more diamonds than are good for her, is quite another. Mother's eyes sparkled with the light of battle.
"Will it really make any difference to the Party, Mr. Vandeleur, his standing for Blackhampton?"
"Bound to convey an unfortunate impression, Lady Shelmerdine."
"But he can't possibly get in."
"One is glad to know that. But, being the son of his father, think of the weight he will carry with the Rags!"
The compliment was a little double-edged, perhaps, to some minds, but happily only one aspect of it was visible except to the Cynical, with whom, of course, this narrative has nothing to do.
"Why can't he possibly get in?" inquired the Hostess.
"No brains," said Father.
"At least, not many," corrected Mother.
