"Don't you want my picture?" asked the girl with one of her successful touches.
"I'm not sure I want it from him. I don't know quite what he'd make of you."
"He looked so clever—I liked him. I saw him again at your party."
"He's a jolly good fellow; but what's one to say," Peter put to her, "of a painter who goes for his inspiration to the House of Commons?"
"To the House of Commons?" she echoed.
"He has lately got himself elected."
"Dear me, what a pity! I wanted to sit for him. But perhaps he won't have me—as I'm not a member of Parliament."
"It's my sister, rather, who has got him in."
"Your sister who was at your house that day? What has she to do with it?" Miriam asked.
"Why she's his cousin just as I am. And in addition," Sherringham went on, "she's to be married to him."