“I shall be charmed to deliver it,” Dolly assured her; and Angela sought consolation by mentally dubbing her accent provincial. Dolly exasperated her to such an extent that she was ready to imagine a Kentish twang in Miss Fane’s foreign intonation.
“I believe Mr. Fane is interested in temperance reform”—here Dolly smiled—“and I thought under the circumstances he might care to attend the great unsectarian conference which is to be held at Swanborough next week. I dare say you have heard of it.”
“No; we have severed our connection with the chapel.”
“This meeting is undenominational.”
“Essence of chapel, isn’t that? Or so I have always understood.”
“Perhaps you will tell your brother that it begins at three o’clock,” Angela trusted herself to say.
“I am sure Bernard will be delighted to go. Of course, he might speak himself almost as a reformed drunkard.”
“Mr. Fane?”
“You converted him, did you not?”
“I converted him? From what?”