"It's not a base imitation?"
He looked again, but appeared at a loss. "An imitation of Vandermeer?"
"Mr. Bender thinks of Cuyp."
It made the young man ring out: "Then Mr. Bender's doubly dangerous!"
"Singly is enough!" Lady Grace laughed. "But you see you have to speak."
"Oh, to him, rather, after that—if you'll just take me to him."
"Yes then," she said; but even while she spoke Lord John, who had returned, by the terrace, from his quarter of an hour passed with Lady Imber, was there practically between them; a fact that she had to notice for her other visitor, to whom she was hastily reduced to naming him.
His lordship eagerly made the most of this tribute of her attention, which had reached his ear; he treated it—her "Oh Lord John!"—as a direct greeting. "Ah Lady Grace! I came back particularly to find you."
She could but explain her predicament. "I was taking Mr. Crimble to see the pictures." And then more pointedly, as her manner had been virtually an introduction of that gentle-
