"Plymouth Brethren, I suppose you mean."
"Oh, yes; I know it had something to do with the Navy. And I'm Pompey by inclination. Well, I think I shall sample them next Sunday. You don't suppose they're private, or anything like that?"
Miss Pym thought not, and Dakers swung her hat in a wide gesture of burlesque farewell and went on round the house.
By ones and twos, and in little groups, the students returned from their compulsory hour out of College. Waving or calling a greeting or merely smiling, as their temperaments were. Even Rouse called a happy "Good morning, Miss Pym!" as she passed. Almost last came Beau and Innes; walking slowly, serene and relaxed. They came to rest beneath the window looking up at her.
"Heathen!" said Beau, smiling at her.
They were sorry they missed the party, they said, but there would be others.
"I shall be giving one myself when the Dem. is over," Beau said. "You'll come to that, won't you?"
"I shall be delighted. How was the theatre?"
"It might have been worse. We sat behind Colin Barry."
"Who is he?"