"Father is right. Father knows he is not to trust to when he goes 'somewhere' for his dinner. For he will call for Ayton, and they two will get Rudby, and then it will be Ormesby, and so by dinner-time they may draw rein at Pickering, and Pickering will start 'Corn Laws' and 'Protection for the Farmers,' and midnight will be talked away. Is not that about right, John?" but she asked the question with a smile that proved Maude Atheling was once more the wise and loving "guardian angel" of her husband. "Thou knowest all about it, Maude." "I know enough, any way, to advise thee to stand by thy own heart, and to say and do what it counsels thee. Pickering is made after the meanest model of a Yorkshireman; and when a Yorkshireman turns out to be a failure, he is a ruin, and no mistake." "What by that? I can't quarrel with Pickering. You may kick up a dust with your neighbour, but, sooner or later, it will settle on your own door-stone. It is years and years since I learned that lesson. And as for Pickering's ideas, many a good squire holds the same." "I don't doubt it. Whatever the Ass says, the asses believe; thou wilt find that out when thou goest to Parliament." "Are you really going to Parliament, Father?" "Wouldst thou like me to go, Kate?" "Yes, if I may go to London with you." "It isn't likely I would go without thee. Did thy mother tell thee, Lord Exham has come back from Italy to sit for Gaythorne." "A long way to come for so little," she answered. "Why, Father! there are only a few hovels in Gaythorne, and all the men worth anything have gone to Leeds to comb wool. Poor fellows!" "Why dost thou say 'poor fellows'?" "Because, when a man has been brought up to do his day's work in fields and barns, among grass, and wheat, and cattle, it is a big change to sit twelve hours a day in 'the Devil's Hole,' for Martha Coates told me that is what the wool-combing room is called." "There is no sense in such a name." "It is a very good name, I think, for rooms so hot and crowded, and so sickening with the smells of soap, and wool, and oil, and steam. Martha says her lads have turned Radicals and Methodists, and she doesn't wonder. Neither do I." "Ay; it is as natural as can be. To do his duty by the land used to be religion enough for any Yorkshire lad; but when they go to big towns, they get into bad company; and there couldn't be worse company than those weaving chaps of all kinds. No wonder the Government doesn't want to hear from the big towns; they are full of a ranting crowd of Non-contents." "Well, Father, if I was in their place, and the question of Content, or Non-content, was put to me, I should very quickly say, 'Non-content.'" "Nobody is going to put the question to thee. Thy mother has not managed to bring up a daughter any better than herself, I see that. Kate, my little maid, Lord Exham will be here to-day; see that thou art civil enough to him; it may make a lot of difference both to thee and me."