Francesca.

"A strong man with a wonderfully strong message," said Ada
Spelvexit, in an impressive and assertive tone.

"The sort of popular pulpiteer who spanks the vices of his age and
lunches with them afterwards," said Lady Caroline.

"Hardly a fair summary of the man and his work," protested Ada.
"I've been to hear him many times when I've been depressed or
discouraged, and I simply can't tell you the impression his words
leave--"

"At least you can tell us what you intend to make trumps," broke in
Lady Caroline, gently.

"Diamonds," pronounced Ada, after a rather flurried survey of her
hand.

"Doubled," said Lady Caroline, with increased gentleness, and a few
minutes later she was pencilling an addition of twenty-four to her
score.

"I stayed with his people down in Herefordshire last May," said
Ada, returning to the unfinished theme of the Canon; "such an
exquisite rural retreat, and so restful and healing to the nerves.
Real country scenery; apple blossom everywhere."

"Surely only on the apple trees," said Lady Caroline.