“Well, for one thing he’s in the Divinity School now.”
“That needn’t stop him,” I said. “My constituency is full of parsons, priests, and Presbyterian ministers, all rampant. Selby-Harrison will be in good company. But how did he get into the Divinity School? I thought the Provost said he must take up medicine on account of that trouble with the bishops.”
“Oh, that’s all blown over long ago. And being a divinity student wasn’t his only reason for not coming. The fact is his father lives down there.”
“Ah,” I said, “That’s more serious.”
“He wrote to his father and told him to be sure to vote for you. That was as far as he cared to go in the matter.”
“It was very good of him to do so much. And now about your mother, Hilda. Has she given her consent?”
“Not quite,” said Hilda. “But she hasn’t forbidden me.
“We haven’t told her,” said Lalage.
“Lalage, you haven’t respected my scruples and you promised you would. You promised in the most solemn way in a telegram which must have cost you twopence a word.”
“We have respected them,” said Lalage.