It does make things agreeable. When I was “Miss Travers” and he “Lord Robert,” he was always respectful and unfamiliar--except that one night when rage made him pinch my finger! but now that I am _his_ Evangeline, and he is _my_ Robert (thus he explained it to me in our Paradise hour) I am his queen and his darling--but at the same time his possession and belonging, just the same as his watch or his coat. I adore it, and it does not make me the least “uppish,” as one might have thought. “Come, come, children!” Lady Merrenden said at last, “we shall all be late!” So we started, dropping Robert at Vavasour House on our way. It is a splendid place, down one of those side streets looking on the Green Park, and has a small garden that side. I had never been down to the little square where it is before, but, of course, every one can see its splendid frontage from St. James’s Park, though I had never realized it was Vavasour House. “Good luck!” whispered Lady Merrenden as Robert got out, and then we drove on. Several people were lunching at Carlton House Terrace, Cabinet Ministers, and a clever novelist, and the great portrait painter, besides two or three charming women, one as pretty and smart as Lady Ver, but the others more ordinary looking, only so well mannered. No real frumps like the Montgomeries. We had a delightful lunch, and I tried to talk nicely, and do my best to please my dear hostess. When they had all left I think we both began to feel excited, and long apprehensively for the arrival of Robert. So we talked of the late guests. “It amuses my husband to see a number of different kinds of people,” she said, “but we had nothing very exciting to-day, I must confess--though sometimes the authors and authoresses bore me--and they are often very disappointing, one does not any longer care to read their books after seeing them.” I said I could quite believe that. “I do not go in for budding geniuses,” she continued, “I prefer to wait until they have arrived--no matter their origin, then they have acquired a certain outside behaviour on the way up, and it does not _froissé_ one so. Merrenden is a great judge of human nature, and variety entertains him. Left to myself I fear I should be quite contented with less gifted people who were simply of one’s own world.” In all her talk one can see her thought and consideration for Lord Merrenden and his wishes and tastes. “I always feel it is so cruel for him our having no children,” she said; “the Earldom becomes extinct, so I must make him as happy as I can.” What a dear and just woman! At last we spoke of Robert, and she told me stories of his boyhood, amusing Eton scrapes, and later feats. And how brave and splendid he had been in the war; and how the people all adored him at Torquilstone; and of his popularity and influence with them. “You must make him go into Parliament,” she said.