Delia flushed, straightened her shoulders, and said nothing. This time Mrs. France was fairly taken by surprise. She knew nothing more of Sir Robert Blanchflower's will than that he had made Mr. Mark Winnington his daughter's guardian, till she reached the age of twenty-five. But that any young woman--any motherless and fatherless girl--should not think herself the most lucky of mortals to have obtained Mark Winnington as guide and defender, with first claim on his time, his brains, his kindness, seemed incredible to Mark's old friend and neighbour, accustomed to the daily signs of his immense and deserved popularity. Then it flashed upon her--"Has she ever seen him?" The doubt led to an immediate communication of the news that Winnington had arrived from town that morning. Dr. France had seen him in the village. "You know him, of course, already?" "Not at all," said Delia, indifferently. "He and I are perfect strangers." Mrs. France laughed. "I rather envy you the pleasure of making friends with him! We are all devoted to him down here." Delia lifted her eyebrows. "What are his particular virtues? It's monotonous to possess them _all_." The slight note of insolence was hardly disguised. "No two friends of his would give you the same answer. I should give you a different catalogue, for instance, from Lady Tonbridge--" "Lady Tonbridge!" cried Delia, waking up at last. "You don't mean that Lady Tonbridge lives in this neighbourhood?" "Certainly. You know her?" "She came once to stay with us in the West Indies. My father knew her very well before she married. And I owe her--a great debt"--the last words were spoken with emphasis. Mrs. France looked enquiring. "--she recommended to us the lady who is now living with me here--my chaperon--Miss Marvell?" There was silence for a moment. Then Mrs. France said, not without embarrassment-- "Your father desired she should live with you?" Delia flushed again. "No. My father did not understand her." "He did not agree with her views?" "Nor with mine. It was horrid--but even relations must agree to differ. Why is Lady Tonbridge here? And where is Sir Alfred? Papa had not heard of them for a long time." "They separated last year"--said Mrs. France gravely. "But Mr. Winnington will tell you. He's a great friend of hers. She does a lot of work for him." "Work?" "Social work!" smiled Mrs. France--"poor-law--schools--that kind of thing. He ropes us all in." "Oh!" said Delia, with her head in the air. Mrs. France laughed outright. "That seems to you so unimportant--compared to the vote." "It _is_ unimportant!" said Delia, impetuously. "Nothing really matters but the vote. Aren't you a Suffragist, Mrs. France?" Mrs. France smilingly shook her head.