that whirl of parish work, and that St. Wulstan's Hall was wanted for
the girls' school. Besides, Wilmet persuaded her."

"She did. But it turned out well. The old man worshipped her, and
she was very fond of him."

"Oh! very well in a way, but you know better, Lance."

"Well, perhaps he did not begin young enough. He was a good,
religious man, but Pro Ecclesia Dei had not been his war-cry from his
youth, and he did not understand, and thought it clerical; good, but
outside his life. Still, she was happy."

"Petting, Society, Art, travels! I had rather have had our two first
years of tiffs than all that sort of happiness."

"Tiffs! I thought we might have gone in for the Dunmow flitch."

"You might! Do you mean that you forget how fractious and nasty and
abominable I was, and how many headaches I gave you?"

"Only what you had to put up with."

"You don't recollect that first visit of my father's, when I was so
frightfully cross because you said we must ask the Lambs and Bruces
to dinner? You came down in the morning white as a ghost, an owl in
its blinkers, and though I know you would rather have died than have
uttered a word, no sooner were you off than he fell upon me with,
'Mrs. Daisy, I give you to understand that you haven't a husband made
of such tough commodity as you are used to at home, and if you worry