Then Neville read about Ireland, which was just then in a disturbed state, and Grandmama said it certainly seemed restless, and mentioned with what looked like a gleam of hope that they would never return, that her friends the Dormers were there.  Mrs. Hilary shot out, with still averted face, that the whole of Ireland ought to be sunk to the bottom of the sea, it was more bother than it was worth.  This was her usual and only contribution towards a solution of the Irish question.

Then Mr. Churchill and Russia had their turn (it was the time of the Golovin trouble) and Grandmama said people seemed always to get so very sly, as well as so very much annoyed and excited, whenever Russia was mentioned, and that seemed like a sign that God did not mean us, in this country, to mention it much, perhaps not even to think of it.  She personally seldom did.  Then Neville read a paragraph about the Anglo-Catholic Congress, and about that Grandmama was for the first time a little severe, for Grandpapa had not been an Anglo-Catholic, and indeed in his day there were none of this faith.  You were either High Church, Broad Church or Evangelical. (Unless, of course, you had been led astray by Huxley and Darwin and were nothing whatever.) Grandpapa had been Broad, with a dash of Evangelical; or perhaps it was the other way round; but anyhow Grandpapa had not been High Church, or, as they called it in his time, Tractarian.  So Grandmama enquired, snippily, “Who are these Anglo-Catholics, my dear?  One seems to hear so much of them in these days.  I can’t help thinking they are rather noisy....” as she might have spoken of Bolshevists, or the Labour Party, or the National Party, or Sinn Fein, or any other of the organisations of which Grandpapa had been innocent.  “There are so many of these new things,” said Grandmama, “I daresay modern young people like Gerda and Kay are quite in with it all.”

“I’m afraid,” said Neville, “that Gerda and Kay are secularists at present.”

“Poor children,” Grandmama said gently.  Secularism made her think of the violent and vulgar Mr. Bradlaugh.  It was, in her view, a noisier thing even than Anglo-Catholicism.  “Well, they have plenty of time to get over it and settle down to something quieter.”  Broad-Evangelical she meant, or Evangelical-Broad; and Neville smiled at the idea of Gerda, in particular, being either of these.  She believed that if Gerda were to turn from secularism it would either be to Anglo-Catholicism or to Rome.  Or Gerda might become a Quaker, or a lone mystic contemplating in woods, but a Broad-Evangelical, no.  There was a delicate, reckless extravagance about Gerda which would prohibit that.  If you came to that, what girl or boy did, in these days, fall into any of the categories which Grandmama and Grandpapa had known, whether religiously or politically?  You might as well suggest that Gerda and Kay should be Tories or Whigs.

And by this time they had given Mrs. Hilary so much time to recover her poise that she could join in, and say that Anglo-Catholics were very ostentatious people, and only gave all that money which they had, undoubtedly, given at the recent Congress in order to make a splash and show off.