"Oh--I only believe in the regeneration of England through the renaissance of art. So we all have our different theories, you see, but we all agree to differ, and we don't quarrel much. Papa laughs at us all when he has time. But just now I am taken up with Nola Grey. If I were a man, I should make an idol of her. That lovely, statuesque face, that figure--like the Diana of the Louvre!" Mr. Heron looked and admired, but one person's raptures about man or woman seldom awaken corresponding raptures in impartial breasts. He saw, however, a handsome, ladylike girl, who conveyed to him a sort of chilling impression. "She was my schoolfellow at Keeton," Lucy went on, "and she was so good and clever that I adored her then, and I do now again. She has come to London to live alone, and I am sure she must have some strange and romantic story." Meanwhile Mr. Money, who prefaced his inquiries by telling Miss Grey that he was always asking information about something, began to put several questions to her concerning the local magnates, politics, and parties of Keeton. Minola was rather pleased to be talked to by a man as if she were a rational creature. Like most girls brought up in a Nonconformist household in a country town, she had been surrounded by political talk from her infancy, but unlike most girls, she had sometimes listened to it and learned to know what it was all about. So she gave Mr. Money a good deal of information, which he received with an approbatory "Yes, yes" or an inquiring "So, so" every now and then. "You know that there's likely to be a vacancy soon in the representation-member of Parliament," he added by way of explanation. "I know what a vacancy in the representation means," Miss Grey answered demurely, "but I didn't know there was likely to be one just now. I don't keep up much correspondence with Keeton. I don't love it." "Why not?" "Oh, I don't know." He smiled. "You are smiling because you think that a woman's answer? So it is, Mr. Money, and I am afraid it isn't true; but I really didn't think of what I was saying. I _do_ know why I don't care much about Keeton." "Yes, yes; well, I dare say you do. But to return, as the books say--do you know a Mr. Augustus Sheppard?" She could not help coloring slightly. "Yes, I know him," and a faint smile broke over her face in spite of herself. "Is he strong in Keeton?" "Strong?" "Well liked, respectable, a likely kind of man to get good Conservative support if he stood for Keeton? You don't know, perhaps?" "Yes, I think I do know. I believe he wishes to get into Parliament, and I am sure he is thought highly of. He is a very good man--a man of very high character," she added emphatically, anxious to repair the mental wrong doing of thinking him ridiculous and tiresome.