particularly desirous that her salon should not be considered too exclusively financial and political in character: with a solid basis of M.P.'s and millionaires, she loves a delicate under-current of literature, art, and the musical glasses. Our new acquaintance was extremely communicative: 'Knows his place in society, Sey,' Sir Charles said to me afterwards, 'and is therefore not afraid of talking freely, as so many people are who have doubts about their position.' We exchanged cards before we rose. Our new friend’s name turned out to be Dr. Edward Polperro.
'In practice here?' I inquired, though his garb belied it.
'Oh, not medical,' he answered. 'I am an LL.D. don't you know. I interest myself in art, and buy to some extent for the National Gallery.'
The very man for Amelia's 'At Homes'! Sir Charles snapped at him instantly. 'I've brought my four-in-hand down here with me,' he said, in his best friendly manner, 'and we think of tooling over to-morrow to Lewes. If you'd care to take a seat I'm sure Lady Vandrift would be charmed to see you.'
'You're very kind,' the Doctor said, 'on so casual an introduction. I'm sure I shall be delighted.'
'We start from the Métropole at ten-thirty,' Charles went on.
'I shall be there. Good morning!' And, with a satisfied smile, he rose and left us, nodding.
We returned to the lawn, to Amelia and Isabel.
