"Are you coming, Mr.
Granger?"
"Well," answered the old gentleman, "I wished to do so, but Elizabeth
thinks that I had better keep away. And after all, you know," he added
airily, "perhaps it is as well for a clergyman not to mix himself up too
much in these temporal matters. No, I want to go and see about some
pigs at the other end of the parish, and I think that I shall take this
opportunity."
"You are not going, Mr. Bingham, are you?" asked Beatrice in a voice
which betrayed her anxiety.
"Oh, yes," he answered, "of course I am. I would not miss the chance
for worlds. Why, Beecham Bones is going to be there, the member of
Parliament who has just done his four months for inciting to outrage. We
are old friends; I was at school with him. Poor fellow, he was mad even
in those days, and I want to chaff him."
"I think that you had far better not go, Mr. Bingham," said Beatrice;
"they are a very rough set."
"Everybody is not so cowardly as you are," put in Elizabeth. "I am going
at any rate."
"That's right, Miss Elizabeth," said Geoffrey; "we will protect each
other from the revolutionary fury of the mob.
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