Will Thursday suit ?" "Perfectly," Lady Halifax replied.

"The old rooms in Bryanston Street, I suppose ?" "Thursday won't suit us," Janet put in decisively.

"No, papa; I've got people coming here to tea.

Besides, Lady Halifax is quite equal to representing the whole British public by herself, aren't you, dear ?" That excellent woman nodded with a pretence of loftily consenting, and her daughter gave Janet rather a suspicious glance.

"Daddy and I will come another day," Janet went on in reassuring tones; "but we shall expect buns too, remember." Then they talked of the crocuses in Kensington Gardens; and of young Skeene's new play at the Princess's--they all knew young Skeene, and wished him well; and of Framley's forthcoming novel--Framley, who had made his noble reputation by portrait-painting--good old Framley -- how would it go?
"He knows character," Kendal said.
"That's nothing now," retorted Lawrence Cardiff.