"My dear Jack," she began, "never be a politician."
"I like that!" the young man answered. "Lady Elisabeth has been talking to me for half an hour before dinner, trying to get me to interest myself in what she calls serious objects."
"Oh, it's all right, so far as the man is concerned!" Lady Grenside amended. "I was thinking of my own position. Only an hour ago, my brother comes to me and tells me that I am to send Elisabeth in to dinner to-night with—with whom do you think?"
"With me, I hope," the young man replied promptly, "only I don't know why he should interfere."
"With Mr. Maraton."
"What, the anarchist fellow?"
Lady Grenside nodded several times.
"I can't refuse Stephen in his own house," she said, "and Mr. Maraton is leaving to-morrow."
The young man sighed.
"He is just one of those thoughtful chaps with plenty of gas, that Elisabeth likes to talk to," he complained. "Never mind, it's got to be put up with, I suppose."