"Ah, but we don't all live in cities, Mr. Aintree," she said, "and I think that there is a great return to simplicity going on. Don't you remember last July how we all took to lentils and no hats? And think of Mr. Merivale, who lives in the New Forest, you know, and makes birds come and sit on his hand. We went down there, you know, Madge and I, and saw it all." The simplification of life, therefore, took the place of sunsets, and spread slowly round the table, moving with a steady sort of current; there was nothing that flashed or sparkled, Mr. Osborne only suggesting that if we all went to live in the country it would become as bad as a town, and if we all lived on lentils, the price would go up so much that few could afford it. Lady Ellington, however, cleared those small matters up, gave it to be understood that Mr. Merivale owed a good deal to her suggestions, and rather congratulated herself on having got Madge's name introduced. Dinner over, a variety of innocent pursuits occupied the party. Mr. Dennison, with a good deal of address, did some conjuring tricks (the same as he had done last night and the night before, and would do again next night and the night after), Lord Dover continued to discuss Gladys' grilse (it was such a fresh-run fish) with various members of the party, and at ten o'clock was held what was called the "council of war," though why "war" was not quite clear, since the purposes of it were wholly pacific, and merely consisted in the discussion of plans for the next day. Lord Ellington, it was settled, should try for a stag, Mr. Osborne and his host were to go grouse-shooting together, Mr. Dennison would be amply occupied in recording the upper beauties of the Glen--he had not as yet painted more than three-quarters of a mile of it--Lady Angela and Mrs. Dennison were to drive over and see some friends in the neighbourhood, while it was universally acclaimed that Lady Fishmonger Ellington should again exercise her remarkable skill on the river. And on old Lady Ellington's saying that she would like to fish too, Mr. Osborne rose to the occasion. "We already have Lady Grilse Ellington," he said, "and I am sure to-morrow evening we shall have Lady Salmon Ellington." This brought the council of war to a really epigrammatic ending, and Lady Dover rose with her customary speech. "We all go to bed very early here, Lady Ellington," she said. "Being out all day in the fresh air makes one sleepy. What is the glass doing, Dover?" "Going up a bit." "Then let us hope you will have a fine day to-morrow for your painting, Mr. Dennison. I shall come up the Glen with you in the morning, if you will let me, and go down to the river after lunch to see what the fishmongers--I beg their pardon, it is Lady Salmon and Lady Grilse, is it not?--have done."