kind of thing."

"I wonder whether it was because he is angry with mamma," said Miss Fawn.
Everybody who knew the Fawns knew that Augusta Fawn was not clever, and
that she would occasionally say the very thing that ought not to be said.

"Oh, dear, no," said the Under-Secretary, who could not endure the idea
that the weak women-mind of his family should have, in any way, an
influence on the august doings of Parliament.

"You know mamma did----"

"Nothing of that kind at all," said his lordship, putting down his sister
with great authority. "Mr. Greystock is simply not an honest politician.
That is about the whole of it. He chose to attack me because there was an
opportunity. There isn't a man in either House who cares for such things,
personally, less than I do." Had his lordship said "more than he did," he
might perhaps have been correct. "But I can't bear the feeling. The fact
is, a lawyer never understands what is and what is not fair fighting."

Lucy felt her face tingling with heat, and was preparing to say a word in
defence of that special lawyer, when Lady Fawn's voice was heard from the
drawing-room window. "Come in, girls. It's nine o'clock." In that house
Lady Fawn reigned supreme, and no one ever doubted for a moment as to her
obedience. The clicking of the balls ceased, and those who were walking
immediately turned their faces to the drawing-room window. But Lord Fawn,
who was not one of the girls, took another turn by himself, thinking of
the wrongs he had endured.

"Frederic is so angry about Mr. Greystock," said Augusta, as soon as they