’No, madam, they are not.  They had never met before Captain Beauchamp landed, the other day.’

’I am surprised, I confess.  I cannot understand the nature of an influence that induces him to abandon a profession he loves and shines in, for politics, at a moment’s notice.’

Miss Denham was silent, and then said: 

’I will tell you, madam, how it occurred, as far as circumstances explain it.  Dr. Shrapnel is accustomed to give a little country feast to the children I teach, and their parents if they choose to come, and they generally do.  They are driven to Northeden Heath, where we set up a booth for them, and try with cakes and tea and games to make them spend one of their happy afternoons and evenings.  We succeed, I know, for the little creatures talk of it and look forward to the day.  When they are at their last romp, Dr. Shrapnel speaks to the parents.’

‘Can he obtain a hearing?’ Rosamund asked.

’He has not so very large a crowd to address, madam, and he is much beloved by those that come.’

‘He speaks to them of politics on those occasions?’

’Adouci a leur intention.  It is not a political speech, but Dr. Shrapnel thinks, that in a so-called free country seeking to be really free, men of the lowest class should be educated in forming a political judgement.’

‘And women too?’

’And women, yes.  Indeed, madam, we notice that the women listen very creditably.’

‘They can put on the air.’

’I am afraid, not more than the men do.  To get them to listen is something.  They suffer like the men, and must depend on their intelligence to win their way out of it.’

Rosamund’s meditation was exclamatory:  What can be the age of this pretentious girl?

An afterthought turned her more conciliatorily toward the person, but less to the subject.  She was sure that she was lending ear to the echo of the dangerous doctor, and rather pitied Miss Denham for awhile, reflecting that a young woman stuffed with such ideas would find it hard to get a husband.  Mention of Nevil revived her feeling of hostility.

We had seen a gentleman standing near and listening attentively,’ Miss Denham resumed, ’and when Dr. Shrapnel concluded a card was handed to him.  He read it and gave it to me, and said, “You know that name.”  It was a name we had often talked about during the war.

He went to Captain Beauchamp and shook his hand.  He does not pay many compliments, and he does not like to receive them, but it was impossible for him not to be moved by Captain Beauchamp’s warmth in thanking him for the words he had spoken.  I saw that Dr. Shrapnel became interested in Captain Beauchamp the longer they conversed.  We walked home together.  Captain Beauchamp supped with us.  I left them at half-past eleven at night, and in the morning I found them walking in the garden.  They had not gone to bed at all.  Captain Beauchamp has remained in Bevisham ever since.  He soon came to the decision to be a candidate for the borough.’