"My goodness me, I am tired," Gilbert yawned. "Oh, so tired! But we've settled everything, haven't we? The empire and women and so on? Great Scott," he exclaimed, "we forgot to say anything about God!" "So we did," said Ninian, and he turned back from the door. "The Improved Tories really ought to make up their minds about religion," Gilbert went on. "Can't we leave that until to-morrow?" Roger complained. "We needn't talk about Him to-night, need we? I'm frightfully sleepy!..." 6 While Henry was undressing, he remembered how angry Gilbert had been with Ninian and Roger because they had mentioned the name of a girl for whom he had cared. "Awfully rum, that!" he said to himself, sitting on the edge of his bed. He tried to recall her name. "Lady something!" he said, and then said several times, "Lady ... Lady ... Lady!..." in the hope that the name would follow. But he could not remember it. "Odd that I never heard of her before." He put on his dressing-gown, and opened the door of his room. "I'll ask old Ninian," he said, as he went out. Ninian, who had been yawning so heavily downstairs, was now sitting up in bed, reading a copy of the _Engineer_. "Hilloa," he exclaimed as Henry entered the room in response to his "Come in!" "I say, Ninian, what was the name of the girl that Gilbert was so gone on at Cambridge? Lady something or other! He was rather sick with you for mentioning her...." "Oh, Lady Cecily Jayne!" "Is that her name? Who is she?" "Society female," said Ninian. "Takes an interest in literature and art in her spare time, but she doesn't know anything about either of them. Her brother was in our college until he got sent down. That was how Gilbert met her. She came up one May week and made eyes at Gilbert. She wasn't married then!..." "Is she married?" Henry interrupted. "Oh, yes. She used to be Lady Cecily Blandgate ... her father's the Earl of Bucklersbury. She's a big female...." "What do you mean? Fat?" "No. Tall," said Ninian. "Is she good-looking?" "Yes, she is, and rather amusing, too, in a footling sort of way. She's got a fearful appetite, and she thinks of herself all day long. I know because she damn near ruined me over cream buns once." "I suppose Gilbert was in love with her?..." "I suppose so. He didn't tell me and I didn't ask, but he mooned about with her and looked awfully sloppy when he passed her things. You know what I mean. He'd hand her a plate of bread and butter, and look at her as much as to say, 'This is really my heart I'm handing you!' I never saw a chap look such an ass!" "Has she been married very long?" "Oh, a year or two. I don't know. I'm not very interested in her. Too much of a female for my taste. Extremely entertaining in the evening and the afternoon, but awfully boring in the morning!..." "Sounds like sour grapes, Ninian!"