She hesitated. "And what am I to do with three children in a London hotel?" "Take Nurse, naturally." "Take Nurse?" she cried. He imitated her with a grotesque exaggeration, yelling loudly, "Take Nurse?" Then he planted a soap-sud on her fresh cheek. She wiped it off carefully and smacked his arm. The next moment she was gone, having left the door open. "He _wants_ me to go to London to-morrow," he could hear her saying to his mother on the landing. "Confound it!" he thought. "Didn’t she know that at dinner-time?" "Bless us!" His mother’s voice. "And take the children--and Nurse!" his wife continued in a tone to convey the fact that she was just as much disturbed as her mother-in-law could possibly be by the eccentricities of the male. "He’s his father all over, that lad is!" said his mother strangely. And Edward Henry was impressed by these words, for not once in seven years did his mother mention his father. Tea was an exciting meal. "You’d better come too, Mother," said Edward Henry audaciously. "We’ll shut the house up." "I come to no London," said she. "Well, then, you can use the motor as much as you like while we’re away." "I go about gallivanting in no motor," said his mother. "It’ll take me all my time to get this house straight against you come back." "I haven’t a _thing_ to go in!" said Nellie with a martyr’s sigh. After all (he reflected), though domesticated, she was a woman. He went to bed early. It seemed to him that his wife, his mother, and the nurse were active and whispering up and down the house till the very middle of the night. He arose not late, but they were all three afoot before him, active and whispering. IX. He found out on the morning after the highly complex transaction of getting his family from Bursley to London that London held more problems for him than ever. He was now not merely the proprietor of a theatre approaching completion, but really a theatrical manager with a play to produce, artistes to engage, and the public to attract. He had made two appointments for that morning at the Majestic (he was not at the Grand Babylon, because his wife had once stayed with him at the Majestic, and he did not want to add to his anxieties the business of accustoming her to a new and costlier luxury): one appointment at nine with Marrier, and the other at ten with Nellie, family, and Nurse. He had expected to get rid of Marrier before ten. Among the exciting mail which Marrier had collected for him from the Grand Babylon and elsewhere was the following letter: _Buckingham Palace Hotel._ DEAR FRIEND: We are all so proud of you. I should like some time to finish our interrupted conversation. Will you come and have lunch with me one day here at 1.30? You needn’t write. I know how busy you are. Just telephone you are coming. But don’t telephone between 12 and 1, because at that time I _always_ take my constitutional in St. James’s Park.