don't represent the appetites of Harsh—Harsh is gorged. I represent the ideas of my party. That's what Julia says."
"Oh, never mind what Julia says!" Lady Agnes broke out, impatiently. This impatience made it singular that the very next words she uttered should be: "My dearest son, I wish to heaven you'd marry her. It would be so fitting now!" she added.
"Why now?" asked Nick, frowning.
"She has shown you such sympathy, such devotion."
"Is it for that she has shown it?"
"Ah, you might feel—I can't tell you!" said Lady Agnes, reproachfully.
Nick blushed at this, as if what he did feel was the reproach. "Must I marry her because you like her?"
"I? Why, we are all as fond of her as we can be."
"Dear mother, I hope that any woman I ever may marry will be a person agreeable not only to you, but also, since you make a point of it, to Grace and Biddy. But I must tell you this—that I shall marry no woman I am not unmistakably in love with."
"And why are you not in love with Julia—charming, clever, generous as she is? " Lady Agnes laid her hands on him—she held him tight. "My darling Nick, if you care anything in the world to make me happy, you'll stay over here tomorrow and be nice to her."
"Be nice to her? Do you mean propose to her?"
"With a single word, with the glance of an eye, the movement of your little finger"—and Lady Agnes paused, looking intensely, imploringly up into Nick's face—"in less time than
