everything that the Professor has to tell us will be already well known?"
"That," said Dr. Linister, "would be too much to expect."
"For me," her Ladyship went on delicately, "I love to catch Science on the wing—on the wing—in her lighter moods, when she has something really popular to tell."
Dr. Linister bowed. Then his eyes met those of the beautiful girl sitting below him, and he leaned and whispered,
"I looked for you everywhere last night. You had led me to understand—"
"We went nowhere, after all. Mamma fancied she had a bad cold."
"Then this evening. May I be quite—quite sure?"
His voice dropped, and his fingers met hers beneath the fan. She drew them away quickly, with a blush.
"Yes," she whispered, "you may find me to-night at Lady Chatterton's or Lady Ingleby's."
From which you can understand that this young Dr. Linister was quite a man in society. He was young, he had already a great reputation for Biological research, he was the only son of a fashionable physician, and he would be very rich. Therefore, in the season, Harry Linister was of the season.
On most of the faces present there sat an expression of anxiety, and even fear. What was this new thing? Was the world really going to be turned upside down? And when the West End was so very comfortable and its position so very well assured! But there were a few present who rubbed their hands at the thought of a great upturn of everything. Up with the scum first; when that had been ladled overboard, a new arrangement would be possible, to the advantage of those who rubbed their hands.
