is the room of a good housekeeper, vanquished, as far as the
table is concerned, by an untidy man, but elsewhere mistress of
the situation. The furniture, in its ornamental aspect, betrays
the style of the advertised "drawing-room suite" of the pushing
suburban furniture dealer; but there is nothing useless or
pretentious in the room. The paper and panelling are dark,
throwing the big cheery window and the park outside into strong
relief.

The Reverend James Mavor Morell is a Christian Socialist
clergyman of the Church of England, and an active member of the
Guild of St. Matthew and the Christian Social Union. A vigorous,
genial, popular man of forty, robust and goodlooking, full of
energy, with pleasant, hearty, considerate manners, and a sound,
unaffected voice, which he uses with the clean, athletic
articulation of a practised orator, and with a wide range and
perfect command of expression. He is a first rate clergyman, able
to say what he likes to whom he likes, to lecture people without
setting himself up against them, to impose his authority on them
without humiliating them, and to interfere in their business
without impertinence. His well-spring of spiritual enthusiasm and
sympathetic emotion has never run dry for a moment: he still eats
and sleeps heartily enough to win the daily battle between
exhaustion and recuperation triumphantly. Withal, a great baby,
pardonably vain of his powers and unconsciously pleased with
himself. He has a healthy complexion, a good forehead, with the
brows somewhat blunt, and the eyes bright and eager, a mouth
resolute, but not particularly well cut, and a substantial nose,
with the mobile, spreading nostrils of the dramatic orator, but,
like all his features, void of subtlety.