idea. What you mainly want is to be at the head of a political salon; to start one, to keep it up, to make it a success."
"Much you know me!" Julia exclaimed; but he could see through the dimness that she had coloured a little.
"You'll have it, in time, but I won't come to it," Nick went on.
"You can't come less than you do."
"When I say you'll have it, I mean you've already got it. That's why I don't come."
"I don't think you know what you mean," said Mrs. Dallow. "I have an idea that's as good as any of yours, any of those you have treated me to this evening, it seems to me—the simple idea that one ought to do something or other for one's country."
"'Something or other' certainly covers all the ground. There is one thing one can always do for one's country, which is not to be afraid."
"Afraid of what?"
Nick Dormer hesitated a moment, laughing; then he said: "I'll tell you another time. It's very well to talk so glibly of standing," he added; "but it isn't absolutely foreign to the question that I haven't got the cash."
"What did you do before?" asked Mrs. Dallow.
"The first time, my father paid."
"And the other time?"
"Oh, Mr. Carteret."
"Your expenses won't be at all large; on the contrary," said Julia.
