"What on earth do you mean by that?"
"In the first place, Herbert, I was never intended by nature to be a peeress."
He sprang up furiously.
"I never heard a more snobbish remark! All that you are asked is to be my wife."
She shook her head.
"We can't make a world for ourselves only. Then there's—father."
"Well, what about him?"
"You don't get on very well," she said, with a sigh.
Coryston controlled himself with difficulty.
"For your father, the Liberal party is mostly Jahve—the hope of the children of light. For me the Liberal party is mostly Dagon—either made a god of by Philistines, or groveling before a stronger God—Mammon. But that don't matter. I can behave myself."