"Why not here?" Sherringham threw out.
"Oh here!" And the good lady shook her head with a world of sad significance.
"Come and live in London and then I shall be able to paint your daughter," Nick Dormer interposed.
"Is that all it will take, my dear fellow?" asked Gabriel Nash.
"Ah, London's full of memories," Mrs. Rooth went on. "My father had a great house there—we always came up. But all that's over."
"Study here and then go to London to appear," said Peter, feeling frivolous even as he spoke.
"To appear in French?"
"No, in the language of Shakespeare."
"But we can't study that here."
"Mr. Sherringham means that he will give you lessons," Madame Carré explained. "Let me not fail to say it—he's an excellent critic."