"Enjoy them while you may!" laughed Sir Louis Ford. "Glenwilliam is after them." "Glenwilliam!" exclaimed the Dean. "I saw him at the station, with his handsome but rather strange-looking daughter. What's he doing here?" "Hatching mischief with a political friend of his--a 'fidus Achates'--who lives near here," said the Chaplain, Mr. Perry, in a deep and rather melancholy tone. "From the bills I saw posted up in Martover as we came through"--Sir Louis Ford lowered his voice--"I gathered the amazing fact that Coryston--_Coryston_!--is going to take the chair at a meeting where Glenwilliam speaks some way on in next month." Sir Wilfrid shrugged his shoulders, with a warning glance at the stately form of Coryston's mother in the distance. "Too bad to discuss!" he said, shortly. A slight smile played round the Dean's flexible mouth. He was a new-comer, and much more of an Erastian than Lord William approved. He had been invited, not for pleasure, but for tactics; that the Newburys might find out what line he was going to take in the politics of the diocese. "We were never told," said the Dean, "that a _woman's_ foes were to be those of her own household!" The Chaplain frowned. "Lord Coryston is making enemies in all directions," he said, hastily. "I understand that a letter Lord William received from him last week was perfectly outrageous." "What about?" asked Sir Louis. "A divorce case--a very painful one--on which we have found it necessary to take a strong line." The speaker, who was largely made and gaunt, with grizzled hair and spectacles, spoke with a surprising energy. The Dean looked puzzled. "What had Lord Coryston to do with it?" "What indeed?--except that he is out for picking up any grievances he can." "Who are the parties?" The Chaplain told the story. "They didn't ask anybody to marry them in church, did they?" asked the Dean. "Not that I know of." The Dean said nothing, but as he lay back in his chair, his hands behind his head, his expression was rather hostile than acquiescent. * * * * *