"You mean he has dropped Nick out of his will?"
"Cut him off utterly. He has given him notice."
"The old scoundrel! But Nick will work the better for that—he'll depend on himself."
"Yes, and whom shall we depend on?" Grace demanded.
"Don't be vulgar, for God's sake!" her mother ejaculated with a certain inconsequence.
"Oh, leave Nick alone—he'll make a lot of money," Peter declared cheerfully, following his two companions into the hall.
"I don't in the least care whether he does or not," said Lady Agnes. "You must come up-stairs again—I've lots to say to you yet," she went on, seeing that Peter had taken his hat. "You must arrange to come and dine with us immediately; it's only because I've been so steeped in misery that I didn't write to you the other day—directly after you called. We don't give parties, as you may imagine, but if you'll come just as we are, for old acquaintance' sake—"
"Just with Nick—if Nick will come—and dear Biddy," Grace interposed.
"Nick must certainly come, as well as dear Biddy, whom I hoped so much to find," Peter rejoined. "Because I'm going away—I don't know when I shall see them again."
"Wait with mamma. Biddy will come in at any moment," Grace urged.
"You're going away?" asked Lady Agnes, pausing at the foot of the stairs and turning her white face upon him. Something in the tone of her voice showed that she had been struck by his own tone.
"I have had promotion, and you must congratulate me.
