heard her say, "We shan't need these"; perceived her returning to her chair.
"Now see here, dada," she said as she sat down, "stop looking like a shark that's missed its bite and just listen to me. You've got to understand, once and for all, that Bish and I strongly disapprove of what you want to do and that we don't mean to let you do it, comprenny? No, don't speak. It's not necessary. We're not interested in your point of view. I am, however, quite willing to tell you why we have adopted this attitude. You see, if you announce yourself as a popular novelist and establish your claim to be one it will play the very devil with your chances of advancement in the Church. No novelist-clergyman even became a Bishop yet, and a Bishop is what dear mother wants you to be. You know as well as I do that she's set her heart right on it, ever
