Between Lord Spratte and his sister on the one hand and Theodore on the other, was an unceasing duel, in which the parson fought for the respect due to his place and dignity, while the others were determined to suffer no nonsense. They attacked his pretension with flouting and battered his pomposity with ridicule. To anything in the nature of rhodomontade they were merciless, and in their presence he found it needful to observe a certain measure. He knew that no society was august enough to abash them into silence, and so took care not to expose himself under very public circumstances to the irony of the one or to the brutal mocking of the other. But the struggle was not altogether unpleasant. He could hit back with a good deal of vigour, and never hesitated to make plain statements in plain language. His position gave him the advantage that he could marshal on his side the forces of morality and religion; and when they had dealt so good a blow that he could not conceal his discomfiture, he was able to regain his self-esteem by calling them blasphemous or vulgar. The Canon turned to his daughter with an affectionate smile. “And what have you been doing this morning, Winnie?” “I went to see the model dwellings that Mr. Railing is interested in.” “By Jove, you’re not goin’ in for district visitin’, Winnie?” cried her uncle, putting up his eye-glass. “I hope you won’t catch anything.” Winnie blushed a little under his stare. “The condition of the poor is awfully bad. I think one ought to do something.” “Who is Mr. Railing?” inquired Lionel. “One of the Worcestershire Railings?” “No, just a common or garden Railing,” said the Canon. He rubbed his hands and looked round the table for appreciation of this mild jest, but only his curate was civil enough to smile. “He’s a mighty clever young man, and I think he’ll be very useful to me,” he added. “I notice that your actions are always governed by unselfish motives,” murmured Lady Sophia. “God helps those who help themselves. Mr. Railing is a Christian Socialist and writes for the Radical papers. I think he has a future, and I feel it my duty to give him some encouragement.” His voice assumed those rolling, grandiloquent tones which rang so effectively in St. Gregory’s Church. “Now-a-days, when Socialism is rapidly becoming a power in the land, when it is spreading branches into every stratum of society, it behoves us to rally it to the Church. Christianity is Socialism.” Lady Sophia gave a deprecating smile: “My dear Theodore, remember that only your family is present.” But it was not easy to stem the flood of Canon Spratte’s eloquence. He threw back his handsome head and looked at the full-length portrait of his father, in robes of office, which adorned the wall.