“Mr. Kingcroft made her.  I am certain of it.  He wanted to see Lilia again, and this was the only way.”

“I hope he is satisfied.  I did not think my sister-in-law distinguished herself in her farewells.”

Mrs. Herriton shuddered.  “I mind nothing, so long as she has gone—­and gone with Miss Abbott.  It is mortifying to think that a widow of thirty-three requires a girl ten years younger to look after her.”

“I pity Miss Abbott.  Fortunately one admirer is chained to England.  Mr. Kingcroft cannot leave the crops or the climate or something.  I don’t think, either, he improved his chances today.  He, as well as Lilia, has the knack of being absurd in public.”

Mrs. Herriton replied, “When a man is neither well bred, nor well connected, nor handsome, nor clever, nor rich, even Lilia may discard him in time.”

“No.  I believe she would take any one.  Right up to the last, when her boxes were packed, she was ‘playing’ the chinless curate.  Both the curates are chinless, but hers had the dampest hands.  I came on them in the Park.  They were speaking of the Pentateuch.”

“My dear boy!  If possible, she has got worse and worse.  It was your idea of Italian travel that saved us!”

Philip brightened at the little compliment.  “The odd part is that she was quite eager—­always asking me for information; and of course I was very glad to give it.  I admit she is a Philistine, appallingly ignorant, and her taste in art is false.  Still, to have any taste at all is something.  And I do believe that Italy really purifies and ennobles all who visit her.  She is the school as well as the playground of the world.  It is really to Lilia’s credit that she wants to go there.”

“She would go anywhere,” said his mother, who had heard enough of the praises of Italy.  “I and Caroline Abbott had the greatest difficulty in dissuading her from the Riviera.”

“No, Mother; no.  She was really keen on Italy.  This travel is quite a crisis for her.”  He found the situation full of whimsical romance:  there was something half attractive, half repellent in the thought of this vulgar woman journeying to places he loved and revered.  Why should she not be transfigured?  The same had happened to the Goths.

Mrs. Herriton did not believe in romance nor in transfiguration, nor in parallels from history, nor in anything else that may disturb domestic life.  She adroitly changed the subject before Philip got excited.  Soon Harriet returned, having given her lesson in geography.  Irma went to bed early, and was tucked up by her grandmother.  Then the two ladies worked and played cards.  Philip read a book.  And so they all settled down to their quiet, profitable existence, and continued it without interruption through the winter.