Mr.Crawley should not leave the house without refreshment.

As to this, she carried her point; and Mr.
Crawley--when the matter before him was cold roast-beef and hot potatoes, instead of the relative position of a parish priest and his parishioner--became humble, submissive, and almost timid.

Lady Lufton recommended Madeira instead of sherry, and Mr.Crawley obeyed at once, and was, indeed, perfectly unconscious of the difference.

Then there was a basket of seakale in the gig for Mrs.Crawley; that he would have left behind had he dared, but he did not dare.

Not a word was said to him as to the marmalade for the children which was hidden under the seakale, Lady Lufton feeling well aware that that would find its way to its proper destination without any necessity for his co-operation.