'And I,' said Mrs. Vereker, 'am dead against it. We know quite as much as is good for us as it is. What do you say, Maud?'
'I have quite forgotten all I learnt at school already,' said Maud. 'General Beau, can you say your Duty to your Neighbour?'
'And your duty to your neighbour's wife?' put in Desvœux. 'But I object to all education as revolutionary—part of this horrid radical epoch it which we live.'
'Yes,' said Mrs. Vereker, 'one of the nice things about India is its being a military despotism. As for Europe, the mobs have it all their own way.'
'Horrid mobs!' said Desvœux, 'as if an unwashed rabble was Nature's last achievement.
Her 'prentice hand she tried on lords,
And then she made the masses O!'
'But you must teach them religion, you know,' said the General, 'the Catechism, and so forth.'
'Of course,' said Maud; their Duty to their Neighbour, for instance.'
'I don't know,' said Mrs. Vereker; 'they only learn it all by rote. When I was last in England our clergyman gave us this specimen of one of his parishioners, to whom he had been detailing the mysteries of faith:
'"Clergyman. And now, Sally, how do you expect to be saved?"'