"For a professional purpose and with her good mother," smiled Mr. Nash. "I think Lady Agnes would hardly venture——!"
"Oh I've seen her good mother!" said Biddy as if she had her impression of what the worth of that protection might be.
"Yes, but you haven't heard her. It's then that you measure her."
Biddy was wistful still. "Is it the famous Honorine Carré, the great celebrity?"
"Honorine in person: the incomparable, the perfect!" said Peter Sherringham. "The first artist of our time, taking her altogether. She and I are old pals; she has been so good as to come and 'say' things—which she does sometimes still dans le monde as no one else can—- in my rooms."
"Make her come then. We can go there!"
"One of these days!"
"And the young lady—Miriam, Maud, Gladys—make her come too."
Sherringham looked at Nash and the latter was bland. "Oh you'll have no difficulty. She'll jump at it!"
"Very good. I'll give a little artistic tea—with Julia too of course. And you must come, Mr. Nash." This gentleman promised with an inclination, and Peter continued: "But if, as you say, you're not for helping the young lady, how came you to arrange this interview with the great model?"