thought, to a positive recognition and even to quite an inconsequent pride. "Yes—that's dear old father!"
And what was Lady Sandgate moreover but mistress now of the subject? "At the point the row has reached he couldn't stand it another day; so he has thrown up his cure and—lest we should oppose him!—not even announced his start."
"Well," her companion returned, "now that I've done it all I shall never oppose him again!"
Lady Sandgate appeared to show herself as still under the impression she might have received on entering. "He'll only oppose you!"
"If he does," said Lady Grace, "we're at present two to bear it."
"Heaven save us then"—the elder woman was quick, was even cordial, for the sense of this—"your good friend is clever!"
Lady Grace honoured the remark. "Mr. Crimble's remarkably clever."
"And you've arranged———?"
"We haven't arranged—but we've understood. So that, dear Amy, if you understand—!" Lady Grace paused, for Gotch had come in from the hall.
