Mr. Williams laughed heartily. "They'd like to turn us all out," he said. "But we won't be turned out—not without a struggle. I don't think there's much wrong with the system either, and I'd rather see young Denis Rector of Surley than one of Father Brill's communities there."
"Oh, so would I," said Ella, "and I hope my uncle will make him. He's old for his years already, and every day he'll get older."
"Do you think the Bishop will appoint him?" asked Mr. Williams.
"I don't know," she said. "If I knew I'd say so. But I do know that whatever he does it won't be because he's afraid of what people will say about him."
[CHAPTER III]
IN THE GARDEN
They went back to the tennis courts after tea, but there were not enough of them to make up two sets, the Breezy Bills having left on their bicycles, followed by a trail of Airedales. "Come and look at the rock-garden," said Caroline to Maurice Bradby.
The young man brightened visibly. He had sat silent during the conversation at the tea table, as he generally sat silent in company, being too diffident to put forward his views in a general conversation. But he had views of his own on many subjects, and those who took the trouble to elicit them often found them interesting.