"Hold your tongue, goose," said his mother, as she replenished the teapot. "What--there were no pretty girls--not one?" "Well, they didn't come my way," said William, contentedly munching at bread-and-butter. "I have gone through all the usual humbug--and perjured my soul in all the usual ways--without any consolation worth speaking of." "Don't talk nonsense, sir," said Lady Tranmore. "You know you like speaking--and you like compliments--and you've had plenty of both." "You didn't read me, mother!" "Didn't I?" she said, smiling. He groaned, and took another piece of tea-cake. "My own family at least, don't you think, might omit that?" "H'm, sir--So you didn't believe a word of your own speeches?" said Lady Tranmore, as she stood behind him and smoothed his hair back from his forehead. "Well, who does?" He looked up gayly and kissed the tips of her fingers. "And it's in that spirit you're going back into the House?" Mary Lyster threw him the question--with a slight pinching of the lips--as she resumed her work. "Spirit? What do you mean, Polly? One plays the game, of course--and it has its moments--its hot corners, so to speak--or I suppose no one would play it!" "And the goal?" She lifted a gently disapproving face, in a movement which showed anew the large comeliness of head and neck. "Why--to keep the other fellows out, of course!" He lifted an arm and drew his mother down to sit on the edge of his chair. "William, you're not to talk like that," said Lady Tranmore, decidedly, laying her cheek, however, against his hand the while. "It was all very well when you were quite a free-lance--but now--Oh! never mind Mary--she's discreet--and she knows all about it." "What--that they're thinking of giving me Hickson's place? Parham has just written to me--I found the letter down-stairs--to ask me to go and see him." "Oh! it's come?" said Lady Tranmore, with a start of pleasure. Lord Parham was the Prime Minister. "Now don't be a humbug, William, and pretend you're not pleased. But you'll have to work, mind!" She held up an admonishing finger. "You'll have to answer letters, mind!--you'll have to keep appointments, mind!" "Shall I?... Ah!--Hudson--" He turned. The butler was in the room. "His lordship, my lady, would like to see Mr. William before dinner if he could make it convenient." "Certainly, Hudson, certainly," said the young man. "Tell his lordship I'll be with him in ten minutes." Then, as the butler departed--"How's father, mother?" "Oh! much as usual," said Lady Tranmore, sadly. "And you?" He laid his arm boyishly round her waist, and looked up at her, his handsome face all affection and life. Mary Lyster, observing them, thought them a remarkable pair--he in the very prime and heyday of brilliant youth, she so beautiful still, in spite of the filling-out of middle life--which, indeed, was at the moment somewhat toned and disguised by the deep mourning, the sweeping crape and dull silk in which she was dressed.