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The Right Honourable Charles Merrion started, thereby losing the correct angle of the dress tie he was just drawing up. Really it had been an unfortunate day altogether. He had come down to Caradoc, at considerable personal inconvenience, at an urgent summons from Mrs. Eldred-Wolfram, and these messages generally meant trouble. It was the clang of the ship's bell--premonition of approaching dinner--that had so startled Merrion. Why was that bell back at Caradoc again? Only last night it had been at Beacon Lodge. Could there have been a quarrel or bother?
-"But, no, I'll not believe it," the Minister said, as he settled his tie at last. "Maria is terribly wrong-headed, but she never did anything in bad taste. What's in the wind, I wonder?"