"As if anything could stop Corry!" cried Marcia--"when he wants to do something he knows he oughtn't to do. And he's told you his precious plan?--of coming to settle down at Coryston--in our very pockets--in order to make mother's life a burden to her?" "A perfectly mad whim!" said Lester, smiling again. "I don't believe he'll do it." "Oh yes, he will," said Marcia; "he'll do anything that suits his ideas. He calls it following his conscience. Other people's ideas and other people's consciences don't matter a bit." Lester made no answer. His eyes were on the ground. She broke out impetuously: "You think he's been badly treated?" "I had rather not express an opinion. I have no right to one." "Mayn't women care for politics just as strongly as men?" cried the girl, as though arguing the question with herself. "I think it's _splendid_ my mother should care as she does! Corry ought to respect her for it." Lester made a pretense of gathering up some papers on his desk, by way of covering his silence. Marcia observed him, with red cheeks. "But of course you don't, you can't, feel with us, Mr. Lester. You're a Liberal." "No!" he protested mildly, raising his eyes in surprise. "I really don't agree with Coryston at all. I don't intend to label myself just yet, but if I'm anything I think I'm a Conservative." "But you think other things matter more than politics?" "Ah yes," he said, smiling, "that I do. Especially--" He stopped. "Especially--for women?" The breaking of Marcia's delightful smile answered his. "You see, I guessed what you meant to say. What things? I think I know." "Beauty--poetry--sympathy. Wouldn't you put those first?" He spoke the words shyly, looking down upon her. There was something in the mere sound of them that thrilled, that made a music in the girl's ears. She drew a long breath, and suddenly, as he raised his eyes, he saw her as a white vision, lit up, Rembrandt-like, in the darkness, by the solitary light--the lines of her young form, the delicate softness of cheek and brow, the eager eyes. She held out her hand. "Good night. I shall see what Meredith has to say about it!" She held up her volume, ran to the door, and disappeared. CHAPTER III "Her ladyship says she would like to see you, Miss, before you go."