harm--good, I mean. A play like that, so full of noble sentiments and
high principles, is--to me--as good as a sermon!'

'Oh, is it? I'm sorry I couldn't go,' said Sir Charles, feeling very
glad.

'I suppose it was the club, as usual, that made you late. Do you know, I
have a great objection to clubs.'

He nodded sympathetically.

'That is to say, I thoroughly approve of your belonging to several. I'm
quite aware that in your position it's the right thing to do, but I
can't understand why you should ever go to them, having two houses of
your own. And that reminds me, we are going down to Redlands tomorrow,
are we not? I've had a little' (she lowered her voice) 'lumbago; a mere
passing touch, that's all--and the change will cure me. I think you
neglect Redlands, Charles. You seem to me to regard your
responsibilities as a landowner with indifference bordering on aversion.
You never seem amused down there--unless we have friends.'

'We'll go tomorrow if you like,' said he.

'That's satisfactory.'

'I can easily put off the Duke,' he said thoughtfully, as he poured out
more wine.

She sprang up like a startled hare.