"I think that applies to most of them," said Fosdike. "Yes, but the one in particular. Francis. That's it." He filled his chest. "Timothy Martlow," he pronounced impressively, "is the St. Francis of the Great War, and this Canteen is his shrine. Now, I think I will go into the hall. It is early, but I shall chat with the people. Oh, one last thought. When you mentioned Martlow, I thought you were going to tell me of some undesirable connections. There are none?" "There is his mother. A widow. You remember the Board voted her an addition to her pension." "Oh, yes. And she?" "Oh, most grateful. She will be with you on the platform. I have seen myself that she is--fittingly attired." "I think I can congratulate you, Fosdike," said Sir William magnanimously. "You've managed very well. I look forward to a pleasant evening, a widely reported speech, and--" Then Dolly Wainwright came into the ante-room. "If you please, sir," she said, "what's going to be done about me?" Two gentlemen who had all but reached the smug bathos of a mutual admiration society turned astonished eyes at the intruder. She wore a tam, and a check blanket coat, which she unbuttoned as they watched her. Beneath it, suitable to the occasion, was a white dress, and Sir William, looking at it, felt a glow of tenderness for this artless child who had blundered into the privacy of the ante-room. Something daintily virginal in Dolly's face appealed to him; he caught himself thinking that her frock was more than a miracle in bleached cotton--it was moonshine shot with alabaster; and the improbability of that combination had hardly struck him when Fosdike's voice forced itself harshly on his ears. "How did you get in here?" Sir William moved to defend the girl from the anger of his secretary, but when she said, with a certain challenge, "Through the door," he doubted if she were so defenceless as she seemed. "But there's a doorkeeper at the bottom," said Fosdike. "I gave him my orders." "I gave him my smile," said Dolly. "I won." "Upon my word--" Fosdike began. "Well, well," interrupted Sir William, "what can I do for you?" The reply was indirect, but caused Sir William still further to readjust his estimate of her. "I've got friends in the meeting to-night," she concluded. "They'll speak up for me, too, if I'm not righted. So I'm telling you." "Don't threaten me, my girl," said Sir William without severity. "I am always ready to pay attention to any legitimate grievance, but----" "Legitimate?" she interrupted. "Well, mine's not legitimate. So there!" "I beg your pardon?" She puzzled Sir William. "Come now," he went on in his most patriarchal manner, "don't assume I'm not going to listen to you. I am. To-night there is no thought in my mind except the welfare of Calderside."