You know I have a labour newspaper ?" She nodded.
"You read it ?" "Is it the _Labour Clarion_?
I take it in." "Capital!" he cried.

"Then I know now why I found a copy in the village here.

You lent it to a man called Hurd ?" "I did." "Whose wife worships you ?--whose good angel you have been?
Do I know something about you, or do I not?
Well, now, are you satisfied with that paper?
Can you suggest to me means of improving it?
It wants some fresh blood, I think--I must find it?
I bought the thing last year, in a moribund condition, with the old staff.

Oh! we will certainly take counsel together about it--most certainly! But first--I have been boasting of knowing something about you--but I should like to ask--do you know anything about me ?" Both laughed.

Then Marcella tried to be serious.
"Well--I--I believe--you have some land ?" "Eight!" he nodded--"I am a Lincolnshire landowner.