Forbes was protesting against the tyranny
of Lady Niton in obliging him to go to church.
"She never enters a place of worship herself, but she insists that her
young men friends shall go.--Mr. Bobbie is putting his foot down!"
"Miss Mallory, let me get you some fish," said Forbes, turning to her
with a flushed and determined countenance. "I have now vindicated the
rights of man, and am ready to attend--if you will allow me--to the
wants of woman. Fish?--or bacon?"
Diana made her choice, and the young man supplied her; then bristling
with victory, and surrounded by samples of whatever food the
breakfast-table afforded, he sat down to his own meal. "No!" he said,
with energy, addressing Diana. "One must really draw the line. The last
Sunday Lady Niton took me to church, the service lasted an hour and
three-quarters. I am a High Churchman--I vow I am--an out-and-outer. I
go in for snippets--and shortening things. The man here is a dreadful
old Erastian--piles on everything you can pile on--so I just felt it
necessary to give Lady Niton notice. To-morrow I have work for the
department--_at home!_ Take my advice, Miss Mallory--don't go.
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