She held a little council with Mrs. Duncombe at the working society,
when she resigned her day into that lady's hands on going away. "I
shall ask Mrs. Miles Charnock," said that lady. "You don't object?"
"Oh no, only don't ask her till I'm gone, and you know she will only
come on condition of being allowed to expound."
"We must have somebody, and now the thing has gone on so long, and
will end in three months, the goody element will not do much harm,
and, unluckily, most women will not act without it."
"You have been trying to train Miss Moy."
"I shall try still, but I can't get her to take interest in anything
but the boisterous side of emancipation."
"I can't bear the girl," said Cecil; "I am sure she comes only for
the sake of the horses."
"I'm afraid so; but she amuses Bob, and there's always a hope of
moving her father through her, though she declares that the Three
Pigeons is his tenderest point, and that he had as soon meddle with
it as with the apple of his eye. I suppose he gets a great rent
from that Gadley."
"Do you really think you shall do anything with her?" said Cecil,
who might uphold her at home, but whose taste was outraged by her.
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