“And was that what was objected to?”
“Yes; they said it would change the whole character of the institution.”
“Who did?”
“Cecil—Mrs. Charnock Poynsett. I think Lady Tyrrell and Mrs. Duncombe desired her. I thought it was no place for me where I might not speak one word for Christ, and I said so; but since I have wondered whether the old Adam did not speak in me, and I ought to have gone on.”
“My wonder,” said Jenny, indignantly, “would be what right they had to stop you. This was private interference, not from the Vicar or the committee.”
“But I am not a real visiting lady. I only go to help Cecil.”
“I see; but why didn’t you ask Julius what was right? He would have told you.”
“Oh, no, I could not.”
“Why not?”
“It would seem like a complaint of Cecil. Besides—”