“Oh! Peel will never stand those high-fliers. He put the Church into a Lay Commission during his last government.”
“Penruddock will never give up Anglicanism while there is a chance of becoming a Laud. When that chance vanishes, trust my word, Penruddock will make his bow to the Vatican.”
“Well, I must say,” said Lord Roehampton, “if I were a clergyman I should be a Roman Catholic.”
“Then you could not marry. What a compliment to Lady Roehampton!”
“Nay; it is because I could not marry that I am not a clergyman.”
Endymion had taken Adriana down to dinner. She looked very well, and was more talkative than usual.
“I fear it will be a very great confusion—this general election,” she said. “Papa was telling us that you think of being a candidate.”
“I am a candidate, but without a seat to captivate at present,” said Endymion; “but I am not without hopes of making some arrangement.”
“Well, you must tell me what your colours are.”
“And will you wear them?”