She turned and went her way to the tearoom. As she entered it she saw some acquaintances at the farther end, who waved their hands to her, beckoning her to join them. She hastened across the room, much observed by the way, and conscious of the eyes upon her. It was a relief to find herself among a group of chattering people. Meanwhile at the other end of the room three ladies were finishing their tea. Two of them were the wives of Liberal Ministers--by name, Mrs. Verity and Mrs. Frant. The third was already a well-known figure in London society and in the precincts of the House of Commons--the Ladies' Gallery, the Terrace, the dining-rooms--though she was but an unmarried girl of two-and-twenty. Quite apart, however, from her own qualities and claims, Enid Glenwilliam was conspicuous as the only daughter of the most vigorously hated and ardently followed man of the moment--the North Country miner's agent, who was now England's Finance Minister. "You saw who that young lady was?" said Mrs. Frant to Miss Glenwilliam. "I thought you knew her." "Marcia Coryston? I have just been introduced to her. But she isn't allowed to know me!" The laugh that accompanied the words had a pleasant childish chuckle in it. Mrs. Frant laughed also. "Girls, I suppose, have to do what they're told," she said, dryly. "But it _was_ Arthur Coryston, wasn't it, who sent you that extra order for to-day, Enid?" "Yes," laughed the girl again; "but I am quite certain he didn't tell his mother! We must really be civil and go back to hear him speak. His mother will think it magnificent, anyway. She probably wrote it for him. He's quite a nice boy--but--" She shook her head over him, softly smiling to herself. The face which smiled had no very clear title to beauty, but it was arresting and expressive, and it had beautiful points. Like the girl's figure and dress, it suggested a self-conscious, fastidious personality: egotism, with charm for its weapon. "I wonder what Lady Coryston thinks of her eldest son's performances in the papers this morning!" said lively little Mrs. Frant, throwing up hands and eyes. Mrs. Verity, a soft, faded woman, smiled responsively. "They can't be exactly dull in that family," she said. "I'm told they all talk at once; and none of them listens to a word the others say." "I think I'll bet that Lady Coryston will make Lord Coryston listen to a few remarks on that speech!" laughed Enid Glenwilliam. "Is there such a thing as _matria potestas_? I've forgotten all the Latin I learned at Cambridge, so I don't know. But if there is, that's what Lady Coryston stands for. How splendid--to stand for anything--nowadays!" The three fell into an animated discussion of the Coryston family and their characteristics. Enid Glenwilliam canvassed them all at least as freely as her neighbors. But every now and then little Mrs. Frant threw her an odd look, as much as to say, "Am I really taken in?" * * * * *