“I have had for years the very greatest affection for you; and of late, since you took your seat in the House of Lords, I have had also esteem and admiration. It is an excellent sign when a young man of your position throws himself so earnestly into affairs of State. I think you have a great future before you.” He put up his hand to request silence, as he saw the other wished to make some remark. Canon Spratte did not suffer interruption kindly. “But in these matters one is a father first and last. I have reason to believe that you are a steady young man, without vices, and I think you have an excellent temper, than which nothing is more necessary in married life. But you must allow me to inquire a little into your circumstances.” The young man very simply explained that he possessed three houses, a great many acres of land, and an income of twenty thousand a year. Canon Spratte listened gravely. “I should like to leave all the affairs about settlements in your hands, Canon. I’ll do whatever you think fit.” “All that sounds very satisfactory,” answered the Canon, at last. “I am not the man to go into pecuniary details. Thank God, I can honestly say I’m not mercenary, and I think we can leave all business details to our respective lawyers. My dear boy, I give you full permission to pay your addresses to Winnie.” Wroxham flushed, and taking off his glasses, rubbed them with a handkerchief. “Do you think she cares for me?” The Canon took both his hands. “My dear fellow, you need have no fear on that point. Of course, I leave my children complete liberty of action, but I don’t think I am indiscreet in assuring you that Winnie is--well, very fond of you.” “I’m so glad,” said Wroxham, a happy smile breaking on his lips. “Come to luncheon to-morrow and have a talk with my little girl afterwards. I’ll arrange it so that you shall be undisturbed.” “It’s awfully good of you.” “Not at all! Not at all! But now I really must be running off. I’m lunching with Lady Vizard, to meet the Princess of Wartburg-Hochstein.” IV Winnie went to Mr. Railing’s temperance meeting by herself. When she was setting out to go home, with somewhat marked deliberation, the Socialist joined her. “Your father has asked me to come to tea.” “I know,” she answered. “Shall we walk back together?”