She now, as they drove slowly to the vicarage, recounted to Marjorie--she had the utmost contempt for Daffy because of her irregular teeth and a general lack of progressive activity--the steady growth of the Movement, and the increasing respect shown for her and Hubert in the world of politico-social reform. Some of the meetings she had addressed had been quite full, various people had made various remarks about her, hostile for the most part and yet insidiously flattering, and everybody seemed quite glad to come to the little dinners she gave in order, she said, to gather social support for her reforms. She had been staying with the Mastersteins, who were keenly interested, and after she had polished off Lady Petchworth she was to visit Lady Rosenbaum. It was all going on swimmingly, these newer English gentry were eager to learn all she had to teach in the art of breaking in the Anglo-Saxon villagers, and now, how was Marjorie going on, and what was _she_ going to do in the world? Marjorie said she was working for her final. "And what then?" asked Aunt Plessington. "Not very clear, Aunt, yet." "Looking around for something to take up?" "Yes, Aunt." "Well, you've time yet. And it's just as well to see how the land lies before you begin. It saves going back. You'll have to come up to London with me for a little while, and see things, and be seen a little." "I should love to." "I'll give you a good time," said Aunt Plessington, nodding promisingly. "Theodore getting on in school?" "He's had his remove." "And how's Sydney getting on with the music?" "Excellently." "And Rom. Rom getting on?" Marjorie indicated a more restrained success. "And what's Daffy doing?" "Oh! _get_ on!" said Daffy and suddenly whacked the donkey rather hard. "I beg your pardon, Aunt?" "I asked what _you_ were up to, Daffy?" "Dusting, Aunt--and the virtues," said Daffy. "You ought to find something better than that." "Father tells me a lot about the East Purblow Experiment," said Daffy after a perceptible interval. "Ah!" cried Aunt Plessington with a loud encouraging note, but evidently making the best of it, "_that's_ better. Sociological observation." "Yes, Aunt," said Daffy, and negotiated a corner with exceptional care. § 8 Mrs. Pope, who had an instinctive disposition to pad when Aunt Plessington was about, had secured the presence at lunch of Mr. Magnet (who was after all staying on in Buryhamstreet) and the Rev. Jopling Baynes. Aunt Plessington liked to meet the clergy, and would always if she could win them over to an interest in the Movement. She opened the meal with a brisk attack upon him. "Come, Mr. Baynes," she said, "what do your people eat here? Hubert and I are making a study of the gluttonous side of village life, and we find that no one knows so much of that as the vicar--not even the doctor."