me. He said if Brooke wanted a pelting, he could get it cheaper than by going to the hustings."
"I warned you all of it," said Mrs Cadwallader, waving her hands outward. "I said to Humphrey long ago, Mr Brooke is going to make a splash in the mud. And now he has done it."
"Well, he might have taken it into his head to marry," said the Rector. "That would have been a graver mess than a little flirtation with politics."
"He may do that afterwards," said Mrs Cadwallader—"when he has come out on the other side of the mud with an ague."
"What I care for most is his own dignity," said Sir James. "Of course I care the more because of the family. But he's getting on in life now, and I don't like to think of his exposing himself. They will be raking up everything against him."
"I suppose it's no use trying any persuasion," said the Rector. "There's such an odd mixture of obstinacy and changeableness in Brooke. Have you tried him on the subject?"
"Well, no," said Sir James; "I feel a delicacy in appearing to dictate. But I have been talking to this young Ladislaw that Brooke is making a factotum of. Ladislaw seems clever enough for
