Identity of political views, in Mr.Haddington's opinion, might well pave the way to a closer union, and this hope accounted for his having consented to pair with Eugene, who sat on the other side, and spend the last week in idleness at Millstead.
"Well," said Mr.Robert Territon, "it sounds slow, old man." "Candid family, the Territons," remarked Eugene to the copper-beech.
"Who's the fifth?
you've only told us four," said Kate, who always stuck to the point.
"The fifth is--" Eugene paused a moment, as though preparing a sensation; "the fifth is--Father Stafford." Now it was a remarkable thing that all the ladies looked up quickly and re-echoed the name of the last guest in accents of awe, whereas the men seemed unaffected.
"Why, where did you pick _him_ up ?" asked Lady Claudia.
"Pick him up! I've known Charley Stafford since we were both that high.
We were at Harrow and at Oxford together.

Rickmansworth knows him, Bob.
You didn't come till he'd left." "Why is the gentleman called 'Father' ?" said Bob.
"Because he is a priest," Miss Chambers answered.

"And really, Mr.
Territon, you're very ignorant.

Everybody knows Father Stafford.

You do, Mr.Haddington ?" "Yes," said Haddington, "I've heard of him.