"You will stand amazed at my moderation; I am dead against Female Suffrage." "That is safe, I think.

You'll find Mrs.Wade down upon you--but that doesn't matter." "Will she attack me in the hall ?" "No, no; we don't have public discussion; but prepare for an assault to-morrow." "I shall enjoy it!" The hall was rapidly filling.

Already twice as many people as attended an ordinary lecture had taken seats, and among them were numerous faces altogether strange at the Institute, though familiar enough in the streets of Polterham.

Among early arrivals was Mr.Samuel Quarrier, Denzil's uncle, a white-headed but stalwart figure.

He abominated Radicalism, and was one of the very few "new" men who supported the old political dynasty of the town.