room to them, and the girl went on, in the same tone: "Mamma, dear, he's the best friend we've ever had; he's a great deal nicer than I thought."
"So are you, mademoiselle," said .Peter Sherringham.
"Oh, I trust Mr. Sherringham—I trust him infinitely," Mrs. Rooth returned, covering him with her mild, respectable, wheedling eyes. "The kindness of every one has been beyond everything. Mr. and Mrs. Lovick can't say enough. They make the most obliging offers; they want you to know their brother."
"Oh, I say, he's no brother of mine," Mr. Lovick protested, good-naturedly.
"They think he'll be so suggestive, he'll put us up to the right things," Mrs. Rooth went on.
"It's just a little brother of mine—such a dear, clever boy," Mrs. Lovick explained.
"Do you know she has got nine? Upon my honour she has!" said her husband. "This one is the sixth. Fancy if I had to take them over!"
"Yes, it makes it rather awkward," Mrs. Lovick amiably conceded. "He has gone on the stage, poor dear boy; he acts rather well."
"He tried for the diplomatic service, but he didn't precisely dazzle his examiners," Mr. Lovick remarked.
"Edmund's very nasty about him. There are lots of gentlemen on the stage; he's not the first."
"It's such a comfort to hear that," said Mrs. Booth.
"I'm much obliged to you. Has he got a theatre?" Miriam asked.
