'And you shall,' says Wogan. 'You can speak of its appearance.' 'Of its appearance?' 'And fit a simile to it.' 'Give me one,' said Kelly. 'You can say her ear is like a rosy shell on the sea-banks.' Mr. Kelly began to laugh outright. 'Sure,' said he, 'I might as well tell her at once her hair is sandy.' 'Oh, she will not examine your words so nicely. She will just perceive that you intend a compliment.' 'And take me for a very impertinent fellow.' 'George' said Wogan, 'for a parson you are a man of a most unnatural modesty.' In which remark Wogan did his friend no more than the merest justice. For he had nothing in common with that usual foible of the young chaplains and tutors who frequent the houses of the great. To listen to them over a bottle you would think them conquerors of all hearts, from the still-room maid to my lady and her daughters. But Mr. Kelly was in a different case. The Bishop of Rochester himself gave him the character of being prudent and reserved beyond his years. And perhaps it was by reason of that very modesty that he slid insensibly into the thoughts of more women than he knew of. Of these, however, Lady Oxford was not one. It was about three in the afternoon of the next day when the chaise drove up to the door of the great house at Brampton Bryan. The Parson and Nicholas Wogan had barely stepped into the hall before an inner door opened and my lady came forward to greet them. She was for her sex uncommonly tall, and altogether of a conquering beauty, which a simple country dress did but the more plainly set forth. For, seeing her, one thought what a royal woman she would look if royally attired, and so came to a due appreciation of her consummate appearance. Whereas, had she been royally attired, her dress might have taken some of the credit of her beauty. She stood for a second between the two men, looking from one to the other as though in doubt. 'And which is Mr. James Johnson? 'said she, with a sly emphasis upon the name. 'I am,' said George, stepping forward, 'and your Ladyship's humble servant.' She gave him a smile and her hand. Mr. Kelly clicked his heels together, bent over the hand and kissed it reverentially. The lady sighed a quick little sigh (of pleasure) as she drew her hand away. 'I have taken the liberty, your Ladyship,' said Kelly, 'to bring my secretary, Mr. Hilton, with me,' and he waved a hand towards Wogan. 'Mr. Hilton,' she returned, 'is very welcome. For, indeed, we hear too few voices in the house.' She bowed very graciously, but she did not give her hand to Mr. Wogan. 'Gentlemen,' she continued, 'my lord bids me make you his apologies, but he lies abed. Else would he have welcomed you in person.' 'Your Ladyship,' said Kelley, 'if we come at an inopportune time--' 'By no means,' interrupted Lady Oxford. 'My lord is troubled with the gout, but the fit is passing. And if for a couple of days my poor hospitality will content you--'