"But I am sure we must be
careful not to shock him. Of course, we don't all take the same view
about religion; but we can leave that for the present. The point is
that Mr. Baxter should, if possible, see something unmistakable. The
rest can take care of itself.... Then, if you consent, Lady Laura, we
might have a little sitting here next Sunday night. Would nine o'clock
suit you?"
He glanced at the two ladies.
"That will do very well," said the mistress of the house. "And, about
preparations--"
"I will look in on Saturday afternoon. Is there anyone particular you
think of asking?"
"Mr. Jamieson came to see me again a few days ago," suggested Lady
Laura tentatively.
"That will do very well. Then we three and those two. That will be
quite enough for the present."
He stood up--a big, dominating figure--a reassuring man to look at,
with his kindly face, his bushy, square beard, and his appearance of
physical strength. Lady Laura sat vaguely comforted.
"And about my notes," asked Maud Stapleton.
"I think they will not be necessary.... Good-day.... Saturday
afternoon."
The two sat on silently for a minute or two after he was gone.
"What is the matter, dearest?"
Lady Laura's little anxious face did not move.
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