"Carton and she can make up for lost time later on," Mr. Foley
insisted. "Maraton goes to-morrow. To-night I am relying upon
Elisabeth to look after him. For some reason or other, they seem to get
on together excellently."

Lady Grenside took Lord Carton into one of the corners of her brother's
quaint and delightful drawing-room, to explain the matter.

"My dear Jack," she began, "never be a politician."

"I like that!" the young man answered. "Lady Elisabeth has been talking
to me for half an hour before dinner, trying to get me to interest
myself in what she calls serious objects."

"Oh, it's all right, so far as the man is concerned!" Lady Grenside
amended. "I was thinking of my own position. Only an hour ago, my
brother comes to me and tells me that I am to send Elisabeth in to
dinner to-night with--with whom do you think?"

"With me, I hope," the young man replied promptly, "only I don't know
why he should interfere."

"With Mr. Maraton."

"What, the anarchist fellow?"

Lady Grenside nodded several times.

"I can't refuse Stephen in his own house," she said, "and Mr. Maraton