to see Mrs. Billinghurst. Perhaps they would remember her, poor Dallow's sister. She was staying there to teach her daughters French (she had a dozen or two!) and Julia had spent three days with her. She was to return to England about the 25th. It would make seven weeks that she would have been away from town—a rare thing for her; she usually stuck to it so in summer.
"Three days with Mrs. Billinghurst—how very good-natured of her!" Lady Agnes commented.
"Oh, they're very nice to her," Sherringham said.
"Well, I hope so!" Grace Dormer qualified. "Why didn't you make her come here?"
"I proposed it, but she wouldn't." Another eye-beam, at this, passed between the two ladies, and Peter went on: "She said you must come and see her, at the Hôtel de Hollande."
"Of course we'll do that," Lady Agnes declared. "Nick went to ask about her at the Westminster."
"She gave that up; they wouldn't give her the rooms she wanted, her usual set."
"She's delightfully particular!" Grace murmured. Then she added: "She does like pictures, doesn't she?"
Peter Sherringham stared. "Oh, I dare say. But that's not what she has in her head this morning. She has some news from London; she's immensely excited."
"What has she in her head?" Lady Agnes asked.
"What's her news from London?" Grace demanded.
"She wants Nick to stand."
"Nick to stand?" both the ladies cried.
"She undertakes to bring him in for Harsh. Mr. Pinks is
