And with this he kissed her fat hand and took his way from her presence down the gallery to his room to dress for dinner. But all the while Stirling was coaxing the real silver and auxiliary iron grey waves into a superbly simple triumph of hairdressing, her ladyship wore a slight frown of concentrated thought. What did it mean, this desire on the part of her secretary to see the House of Lords? "Vermondsay--Hankhurst--Upper Harringway." She counted over a long list of the names of peers who frequented Blissington and Berkeley Square--but at the end she shook her head. "No--none of these--Who then--and what for?" Katherine Bush was no guinea pig answering to type. What type was she, by the way? A complicated, conglomerated mixture, not easy to dissect at any time, was this new move a manifestation of sex--or type? Time alone would show--Until then the solution must remain in the lap of the gods. And in all cases, dinner should not wait, and it behooved a hostess to be punctual. CHAPTER XXII The outside of the Houses of Parliament had always affected Katherine. They looked stately and English--and when they--herself and old Arabella d'Estaire and Gerard--walked through the corridors of the House of Lords, and came at last to the huge vaulted chamber itself, and so to the pen where they might stand to hear the debate, her heart began to beat with some strange excitement. They went into the left side enclosure, and so could have a facing view of the Opposition benches. Some member of the Government had just begun a speech as they entered, and Katherine had time to look about her. What types to study! And what an atmosphere of calm, after the scene in the House of Commons she had witnessed on her visit there! A din of angry voices and uncontrolled emotion. Here if people felt anything it did not appear on the surface. Katherine leaned upon the second carved griffin which helps to adorn the partition which separates the pen from the sacred floor of the House itself. From there her eyes travelled from face to face opposite her. She recognised several, indeed many whom she had seen either in London or at Blissington--but who were those others, some with features far from aristocratic? She now examined the Ministerial benches, and made many reflections, while she only half listened to the rather lame string of sentences which were falling from a very refined-looking, carefully preserved gentleman, who seemed little interested in his subject, and almost ashamed to be speaking from that side of the House. Then from the end by the throne two newcomers entered, and took their seats, one on the front Opposition bench.