"I went through it with great glee--I won't deny that: it excited me, interested me, amused me. When once I was in it I liked it. But now that I'm out of it again----!" "Out of it?" His mother stared. "Isn't the whole point that you're in?" "Ah _now_ I'm only in the House of Commons." For an instant she seemed not to understand and to be on the point of laying her finger quickly to her lips with a "Hush!"--as if the late Sir Nicholas might have heard the "only." Then while a comprehension of the young man's words promptly superseded that impulse she replied with force: "You'll be in the Lords the day you determine to get there." This futile remark made Nick laugh afresh, and not only laugh, but kiss her, which was always an intenser form of mystification for poor Lady Agnes and apparently the one he liked best to inflict; after which he said: "The odd thing is, you know, that Harsh has no wants. At least it's not sharply, not articulately conscious of them. We all pretended to talk them over together, and I promised to carry them in my heart of hearts. But upon my honour I can't remember one of them. Julia says the wants of Harsh are simply the national wants--rather a pretty phrase for Julia. She means _she_ does everything for the place; _she_'s really their member and this house in which we stand their legislative chamber. Therefore the _lacunae_ I've undertaken to fill out are the national wants. It will be rather a job to rectify some of them, won't it? I don't represent the appetites of Harsh--Harsh is gorged. I represent the ideas of my party. That's what Julia says." "Oh never mind what Julia says!" Lady Agnes broke out impatiently. This impatience made it singular that the very next word she uttered should be: "My dearest son, I wish to heaven you'd marry her. It would be so fitting now!" she added. "Why now?" Nick frowned. "She has shown you such sympathy, such devotion." "Is it for that she has shown it?" "Ah you might _feel_--I can't tell you!" said Lady Agnes reproachfully. He blushed at this, as if what he did feel was the reproach. "Must I marry her because you like her?" "I? Why we're _all_ as fond of her as we can be." "Dear mother, I hope that any woman I ever may marry will be a person agreeable not only to you, but also, since you make a point of it, to Grace and Biddy. But I must tell you this--that I shall marry no woman I'm not unmistakably in love with." "And why are you not in love with Julia--charming, clever, generous as she is?" Lady Agnes laid her hands on him--she held him tight. "Dearest Nick, if you care anything in the world to make me happy you'll stay over here to-morrow and be nice to her." He waited an instant. "Do you mean propose to her?"