His language and his illustrations touched an old-school chord in the Rev.Mr.Hampton-Evey, who hummed over the project, profoundly disrelishing the introductory portion.
'Do me the honour to call and see me to-morrow, after breakfast, before her ladyship starts for the fray on Addicote heights,' Weyburn said; 'and I will ask your permission to stand by you.

Her bark is terrific, we know; and she can bite, but there's no venom.' Finally, on a heave of his chest, Mr.Hampton-Evey consented to call, in the interests of peace.
Weyburn had said it must be 'man to man with her, facing her and taking steps'; and, although the prospect was unpleasant to repulsiveness, it was a cheerful alternative beside Mr.Hampton-Evey's experiences and anticipations of the malignant black power her ladyship could be when she was not faced.
'Let the man come,' said Lady Charlotte.

Her shoulders intimated readiness for him.
She told Weyburn he might be present--insisted to have him present.
During the day Weyburn managed to slide in observations on the favourable reports of Mr.Hampton-Evey's work among the poor--emollient doses that irritated her to fret and paw, as at a checking of her onset.
In the afternoon the last disputed tree on the Addicotes' ridge was felled and laid on Olmer ground.

Riding with Weyburn and the joyful Leo, she encountered Mr.Eglett and called out the news.

He remarked, in the tone of philosophy proper to a placable country gentleman obedient to government on foreign affairs: 'Now for the next act.