If the Catholic Church made itself free and liberal and go-ahead; if it kept up with the times; if it was imbued with the spirit of progress, and pitched aside all old-fashioned traditions--why, I tell you, Sir, it would be a little the tallest organization on this green globe of ours.

Yes, _Sir!_" While Hawbury and the Baron were thus engaged in high discourse, Mrs.
Willoughby and Minnie were engaged in discourses of a less elevated but more engrossing character.
After the ladies had escaped they went up stairs.

Lady Dalrymple had retired some time before to her own room, and they had the apartment to themselves.

Minnie flung herself into a chair and looked bewildered; Mrs.Willoughby took another chair opposite, and said nothing for a long time.
"Well," said Minnie at last, "you needn't be so cross, Kitty; I didn't bring him here." "Cross!" said her sister; "I'm not cross." "Well, you're showing temper, at any rate; and you know you are, and I think it very unkind in you, when I have so much to trouble me." "Why, really, Minnie darling, I don't know what to say." "Well, why don't you tell me what you think of him, and all that sort of thing?
You _might_, you know." "Think of him!" repeated Mrs.Willoughby, elevating her eyebrows.
"Yes, think of him; and you needn't go and make faces about him, at any rate." "Did I make faces?
Well, dear," said Mrs.Willoughby, patiently, "I'll tell you what I think of him.

I'm afraid of him." "Well, then," said Minnie, in a tone of triumph, "now you know how I feel.