Mary, on the other hand, was more of his own sort, and a little too much inclined to order him about.
He picked up crumbs of dry biscuit and put them into his mouth with incredible rapidity.
"You don't belong to our society, then ?" said Mrs.Seal.
"No, I'm afraid I don't," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs.Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her.
"But surely," she began.
"Mrs.Seal is an enthusiast in these matters," said Mr.Clacton, almost apologetically.

"We have to remind her sometimes that others have a right to their views even if they differ from our own....

"Punch" has a very funny picture this week, about a Suffragist and an agricultural laborer.

Have you seen this week's "Punch," Miss Datchet ?" Mary laughed, and said "No." Mr.Clacton then told them the substance of the joke, which, however, depended a good deal for its success upon the expression which the artist had put into the people's faces.

Mrs.Seal sat all the time perfectly grave.