If Felix had any influence with Tod it would be a mercy to use it in getting those poor young creatures away from home, to mix a little with people who took a sane view of things.
She would like very much to get them over to Becket, but with their notions it was doubtful whether they had evening clothes! She had, of course, never forgotten that naked mite in the tub of sunlight, nor the poor baby with its bees and its rough linen.

Felix replied deferentially--he was invariably polite, and only just ironic enough, in the houses of others--that he had the very greatest respect for Tod, and that there could be nothing very wrong with the woman to whom Tod was so devoted.

As for the children, his own young people would get at them and learn all about what was going on in a way that no fogey like himself could.

In regard to the land question, there were, of course, many sides to that, and he, for one, would not be at all sorry to observe yet another.

After all, the Tods were in real contact with the laborers, and that was the great thing.