At the name Robin started. He liked Mary Bethel, had liked her very much indeed, but he had known that his aunt disapproved of them and had been careful to disguise his meetings. But the instant thought in his mind concerned the Feverels. If the Bethels were impossible socially, what about Dahlia and her mother? What would his aunt say if she knew of that little affair? And the question which had attacked him acutely during the last week in various forms hurt him now like a knife. He watched his father curiously. He did not look as if he cared very greatly. Of course Aunt Clare was perfectly right. He had been selfishly indifferent, had cared nothing for their feelings. Randal had shown plainly enough how impossible he was. Indeed the shadow of Randal lurked in the room in a manner that would have pleased that young gentleman intensely had he known it. Clare had it continually before her, urging her, advising her, commanding her. At the mention of the Bethels, Harry looked up sharply. "I think we had better leave them out of the discussion." His voice trembled a little. "Why? Are they so much to you? They have, however, a good deal to do with my argument. Do you think it was wise to neglect the whole of Pendragon for the society of the Bethels--people of whom one is an idler and loafer and the other a lunatic?" Clare was becoming excited. "You forget, Clare, that I first met them in your drawing-room." "They were there entirely against my will. I showed them that quite distinctly at the time. They will not come again." "That may be. But they are, as you have said, my friends. I cannot, therefore, hear them insulted. They must be left out of the discussion." On any other matter he could have heard her quietly, but the Bethels she must leave alone. He could see Mary, as he spoke, turning on the hill and laying her hand on his arm; her hair blew in the wind and the light in her eyes shone under the moon. He had for a moment forgotten Robin. "At any rate, I have made my meaning clear. We wish you--out of regard for us, if for no other reason--to be a little more careful both of your company and of your statements. It is hard for you to see the position quite as we do, I know, but I cannot say that you have made any attempt whatsoever to see it with our eyes. It seems useless to appeal to you on behalf of the House, but that, too, is worth some consideration. We have been here for many hundreds of years; we should continue in the paths that our ancestors have marked out. I am only saying what you yourself feel, Garrett?" "Absolutely." Garrett looked up from his paper. "I think you must see, Harry, that we are quite justified in our demands--Clare has put it quite plainly." "Quite," said Harry. "And you, Robin?" "I think that Aunt Clare is perfectly right," answered Robin coldly.