Mrs Murchison considered, and did not scruple to say so, that politics should be left alone on Sundays.

Clayfield votes might be very important, but there were such things as commandments, she supposed.

"It'll bring no blessing," she declared severely, eyeing Lorne's empty place.
The talk about the lamplit table was, nevertheless, all of the election, blessed or unblessed.

It was not in human nature that it shouldn't be, as Mrs Murchison would have very quickly told you if you had found her inconsistent.

There was reason in all things, as she frequently said.
"I hear," Alec had told them, "that Octavius Milburn is going around bragging he's got the Elgin Chamber of Commerce consolidated this time." "Against us ?" exclaimed Stella; and her brother said, "Of course!" "Those Milburns," remarked Mrs Murchison, "are enough to make one's blood boil.