"It's true."
"I'm sure of it," she said pleasantly. "Besides, if you didn't leave the nest and make a name for yourself, you wouldn't be able to carry on our work. My brother and I, you see, are of the older generation—you of the younger."
"You're the youngest woman I know," Paul declared.
"I shan't be in a few years, and my brother is a good deal older than I."
"Well, I can't get into Parliament right away," said Paul. "For one thing, I couldn't afford it."
"We must find you a nice girl with plenty of money," she said, half in jest.
"Oh, please don't. I should detest the sight of her. By the way, shall you want me on Saturday evening?"
"No—unless it would be to take Miss Durning in to dinner."
Now Miss Durning being an elderly, ugly heiress, it pleased Miss Winwood to be quizzical. He looked at her in mock reproof. "Dearest lady that you are, I don't feel safe in your hands just now. I shall dine with the Princess on Saturday."
An enigmatic smile flitted across Ursula Winwood's clear eyes. "What does she want you for?"