"That, of course, is because--now--he's a personage. Everything'll be made easy for him now. My dear Mary, they talk of England's being a democracy!" The speaker raised her handsome shoulders; then, as though to shake off thoughts of loss and grief which had suddenly assailed her, she abruptly changed the subject. "Well--work or no work--the first thing we've got to do is to marry him." She looked up sharply. But not the smallest tremor could she detect in Mary Lyster's gently moving hand. There was, however, no reply to her remark. "Don't you agree, Polly?" said Lady Tranmore, smiling. Her smile--which still gave great beauty to her face--was charming, but a little sly, as she observed her companion. "Why, of course," said Miss Lyster, inclining her head to one side that she might judge the effect of some green shades she had just put in. "But that surely will be made easy for him, too." "Well, after all, the girls can't propose! And I never saw him take any interest in a girl yet--outside his own family, of course," added Lady Tranmore, hastily. "No--he does certainly devote himself to the married women," replied Miss Lyster, in the half-absent tone of one more truly interested in her embroidery than in the conversation. "He would sooner have an hour with Madame d'Estrées than a week with the prettiest miss in London. That's quite true, but I vow it's the girls' own fault! They should stand on their dignity--snub the creatures more! In my young days--" [Illustration: LADY TRANMORE AND MARY LYSTER] "Ah, there wasn't a glut of us then," said Mary, calmly. "Listen!"--she held up her hand. "Yes," said Lady Tranmore, springing up. "There he is." She stood waiting. The door flew open, and in came a tall young man. "William, how late you are!" said Lady Tranmore, as she flew into his arms. "Well, mother, are you pleased?" Her son held her at arm's-length, smiling kindly upon her. "Of course I am," said Lady Tranmore. "And you--are you horribly tired?" "Not a bit. Ah, Mary!--how do you do?" Miss Lyster had risen, and the cousins shook hands. "But I don't deny it's very jolly to come back--out of all that beastly scrimmage," said the new member, as he threw himself into an arm-chair by the fire with his hands behind his head, while Lady Tranmore prepared him a cup of tea. "I expect you've enjoyed it," said Miss Lyster, also moving towards the fire. "Well, when you're in it there's a certain excitement in wondering how you're going to come out of it! But one might say that, of course, of the infernal regions." "Not quite," said Mary Lyster, smiling demurely. "Polly! you _are_ a Tory. Everybody else's hell has moved--but yours! Thank you, mother," as Lady Tranmore gave him tea. Then, stretching out his great frame in lazy satisfaction, he turned his brown eyes from one lady to the other. "I say, mother, I haven't seen anything as good-looking as you--or Polly there, if she'll forgive me--for weeks."