Mrs.Baxendale seemed to regard the religious movement dispassionately, and related a story she had from her husband of a certain prominent townsman driven to such a pass by his wife's perpetual absence from home on revivalist expeditions, that he at length fairly turned the key on her in her bedroom, and through the keyhole bade her stay there till she had remembered her domestic duties.

He was that night publicly prayed for at a great meeting in the Corn Exchange as one who, not content with losing his own soul, did his best to hold back others from the way of grace.
Beatrice affected to pay no heed to this anecdote.
'What is your side in politics ?' she asked Wilfrid.

'Here we are all either Blues or Yellows.' 'What do they represent ?' Wilfrid inquired.
'Oh, you shouldn't ask that,' said Mrs.Baxendale.

'Yellow is yellow, and Blue, blue; nothing else in the world.

I think it an excellent idea to use colours.