“From the days of the Montmorencys down to our father, the late Lord Chancellor of England,” put in Lord Spratte, gravely.
Theodore gave the head of his house a look of some vexation, but drew himself to his full height.
“As my brother amiably reminds me, my ancestor, Aubrey de Montmorency, was killed while fighting for the freedom of the people, in the year 1642. And his second son, from whom we are directly descended....” Lady Sophia gave a significant cough, but the Canon went on firmly, “was beheaded by James II for resisting the tyranny of that Popish and despotic sovereign.”
None could deny that the sentence was rhythmical. The delivery was perfect.
Presently Railing got up.
“What, must you go already?” cried the Canon. “Well, well, I daresay you’re busy. You must come and see us again, soon; I want to have a long talk with you. And don’t forget to come and hear me preach.”
When Railing took Winnie’s hand, she felt it almost impossible to command herself.
“I shall see you again to-morrow?” she whispered.
“I shan’t think of anything else till then,” he said.
His dark eyes, so passionately tender, burnt like fire in her heart. Railing went out.