"

"If you turn a man out of his home when he is eighty years old, I
think that is 'out of the way.' And Mr. Mostyn is not to be trusted. I
wouldn't trust him as far as I could see him."

"Highty-tighty! He has not asked you to trust him. You lost your chance
there, miss."

"Grandmother, I am astonished at you!"

"Well, it was a mean thing to say, Ethel; but I like Fred, and I see the
rest of my family are against him. It's natural for Yorkshire to help
the weakest side. But there, Fred can do his own fighting, I'll warrant.
He's not an ordinary man."

"I'm sorry to say he isn't, grandmother. If he were he would speak
without a drawl, and get rid of his monocle, and not pay such minute
attention to his coats and vests and walking sticks."

Then Ethel proceeded to explain her resolves with regard to the
Tyrrel-Rawdons. "I shall pay them the greatest attention," she said.
"It was a noble thing in young Tyrrel-Rawdon to give up everything for
honorable love, and I think everyone ought to have stood by him."

"That wouldn't have done at all. If Tyrrel had been petted as you think
he ought to have been, every respectable young man and woman in the
county would have married where their fancy led them; and the fancies of
young people mostly lead them to the road it is ruin to take."

"From what Fred Mostyn says, Tyrrel's descendants seem to have taken a
very respectable road."

"I've nothing to say for or against them. It's years and years since I
laid eyes on any of the family. Your grandfather helped one of the young
men to come to America, and I remember his mother getting into a passion
about it. She was a fat woman in a Paisley shawl and a love-bird on her
bonnet. I saw his sister often. She weighed about twelve stone, and had
red hair and red cheeks and bare red elbows. She was called a 'strapping
lass.' That is quite a complimentary term in the West Riding."

"Please, grandmother, I don't want to hear any more. In two weeks
I shall be able to judge for myself. Since then there have been
two generations, and if a member of the present one is fit for
Parliament----"

"That's nothing. We needn't look for anything specially refined in
Parliament in these days. There's another thing. These Tyrrel-Rawdons
are chapel people. The rector of Rawdon church would not marry Tyrrel to
his low-born love, and so they went to the Methodist preacher, and after
that to the Methodist chapel. That put them down, more than you c