“That is always 111, Daddy,” said Miriam. “It's the other one is 109.” And then evidently feeling that she had been pert: “Would you like me to play you 109, Daddy?”
“I should love it, my dear.” And he leant back and prepared to listen in such a thorough way that Eleanor would have no chance of discussing the Chasters' heresies. But this was interrupted by the consummation of the coffee, and Mr. Blent, breaking a long silence with “Mate in three, if I'm not mistaken,” leapt to his feet to be of service. Eleanor, with the rough seriousness of youth, would not leave the Chasters case alone.
“But need you take action against Mr. Chasters?” she asked at once.
“It's a very complicated subject, my dear,” he said.
“His arguments?”
“The practical considerations.”
“But what are practical considerations in such a case?”
“That's a post-graduate subject, Norah,” her father said with a smile and a sigh.
“But,” began Eleanor, gathering fresh forces.
“Daddy is tired,” Lady Ella intervened, patting him on the head.