genuine Yules. I'm obliged of course to grant you that your genuine Yule's a Tory of Tories. It's Mr. Prodmore's belief that I should carry Gossage in that character, but in that character only. They won't look at me in any other."
It might have taxed a spectator to say in what character Mrs. Gracedew, on this, for a little, considered him. "Don't be too sure of people's not looking at you!"
He blushed again, but he laughed. "We must leave out my personal beauty."
"We can't!" she replied with decision. "Don't we take in Mr. Prodmore's?"
Captain Yule was not prepared. "You call him beautiful?"
"Hideous." She settled it; then pursued her investigation. "What's the extraordinary interest that he attaches———?"
"To the return of a Tory?" Here the young man was prepared. "Oh, his desire is born of his fear—his terror on behalf of Property, which he sees, somehow, with an intensely Personal, with a quite colossal 'P.' He has a great deal of that article, and very little of anything else."
Mrs. Gracedew, accepting provisionally his demonstration, had one of her friendly recalls. "Do you call that nice daughter 'very little'?"
