on him. »What class does a fellow like that come of?«
    »He 's a harmless enthusiast,« said Lydiard. »He has been reading the
article, and has got excited over it.«
    »I wish I had the fellow's address.« Beauchamp looked wistfully at Lydiard,
but he did not stimulate the generous offer to obtain it for him. Perhaps it was
as well to forget the fellow.
    »You see the effect of those articles,« he said.
    »You see what I mean by unseasonable times,« Lydiard retorted.
    »He didn't talk like a tradesman,« Beauchamp mused.
    »He may be one, for all that. It 's better to class him as an enthusiast.«
    »An enthusiast!« Beauchamp stamped: »for what?«
    »For the existing order of things; for his beef and ale; for the titles he
is accustomed to read in the papers. You don't study your countrymen.«
    »I 'd study that fellow, if I had the chance.«
    »You would probably find him one of the emptiest, with a rather worse temper
than most of them.«
    Beauchamp shook Lydiard's hand, saying, »The widow?«
    »There 's no woman like her!«
    »Well, now you 're free - why not? I think I put one man out of the field.«
    »Too early! Besides -«
    »Repeat that, and you may have to say too late.«
    »When shall you go down to Bevisham?«
    »When? I can't tell: when I've gone through fire. There never was a home for
me like the cottage, and the old man, and the dear good girl - the best of
girls! if you hadn't a little spoilt her with your philosophy of the two sides
of a case.«
    »I've not given her the brains.«
    »She 's always doubtful of doing, doubtful of action: she has no will. So
she is fatalistic, and an argument between us ends in her submitting, as if she
must submit to me, because I 'm overbearing, instead of accepting the fact.«
    »She feels your influence.«
    »She 's against the publication of THE DAWN - for the present. It 's an
unseasonable time. I argue with her: I don't get hold of her mind a bit; but at
last she says, very well. She has your