"Oh, a speech, was it? Where are you going to speak it?"
"I shall probably address a meeting in Marlehouse to-morrow night."
"Why?"
"Because I've been asked to do so."
"Will it be in the paper on Saturday?"
"Probably."
"How grand; do tell me your name, then I can look for your speech. I'd love to read it and see if you begin with the bit I heard about fellow men and the house of the Lord."
"The House of Lords," he corrected.
"Oh," said the girl. "Them! It's them you're against. I was afraid you objected to churches."
"I don't care much for churches, either," he observed, gloomily. "Do you?"