Mrs. Stapleton was accustomed to deal with young men, and through long habit had learned how to flatter them without appearing to do so. Laurie's type, however, was less familiar to her. She preferred the kind that grow their hair rather long and wear turn-down collars, and have just found out the hopeless banality of all orthodoxy whatever. She even bore with them when they called themselves unmoral. But she remembered Laurie, the silent boy at lunch last week, she had even mentioned him to Lady Laura, and received information about the village girl, more or less correct. She was also aware that he was a Catholic. She gave him her hand without rising. "Lady Laura asked me to excuse her absence to you, Mr. Baxter. To be quite truthful, she is at home, but had just gone upstairs for her meditation." "Indeed!" "Yes, you know; we think that so important, just as you do. Do sit down, Mr. Baxter. You have had tea?" "Yes, thanks." "I hope she will be down before you go. I don't think she'll be very long this evening. Can I give her any message, Mr. Baxter, in case you don't see her?" Laurie put his hat and stick down carefully, and crossed his legs. "No; I don't think so, thanks," he said. "The fact is, I came partly to find out your address, if I might." Mrs. Stapleton rustled and rearranged herself. "Oh! but that's charming of you," she said. "Is there anything particular?" "Yes," said Laurie slowly; "at least it seems rather particular to me. It's what you were talking about the other day." "Now how nice of you to say that! Do you know, I was wondering as we talked. Now do tell me exactly what is in your mind, Mr. Baxter." Mrs. Stapleton was conscious of a considerable sense of pleasure. Usually she found this kind of man very imperceptive and gross. Laurie seemed perfectly at his ease, dressed quite in the proper way, and had an air of presentableness that usually only went with Philistinism. She determined to do her best. "May I speak quite freely, please?" he asked, looking straight at her. "Please, please," she said, with that touch of childish intensity that her friends thought so innocent and beautiful. "Well, it's like this," said Laurie. "I've always rather disliked all that kind of thing, more than I can say. It did seem to me so--well--so feeble, don't you know; and then I'm a Catholic, you see, and so--" "Yes; yes?" "Well, I've been reading Mr. Stainton Moses, and one or two other books; and I must say that an awful lot of it seems to me still great rubbish; and then there are any amount of frauds, aren't there, Mrs. Stapleton, in that line?" "Alas! Ah, yes!"