"But I doubt whether you'll find him much assistance the
way he talks of. Folks over here know their own business
--they've had to learn it. I doubt if they'll take showing
from Hesketh."
"They might be a good deal worse advised."
"That may be," said Mr Murchison, and settled down in
his armchair behind the Dominion.
"I agree with Father," said Advena. "He won't be any
good, Lorne."
"Advena prefers Scotch," remarked Stella.
"I don't know. He's full of the subject," said Lorne.
"He can present it from the other side."
"The side of the British exporter?" inquired his father,
looking over the top of the Dominion with unexpected
humour.
"No, sir. Though there are places where we might talk
cheap overcoats and tablecloths and a few odds and ends
like that. The side of the all-British loaf and the lot
of people there are to eat it," said Lorne. "That ought
to make a friendly feeling. And if there's anything in
the sentiment of the scheme," he added, "it shouldn't do
any harm to have a good specimen of the English people
advocating it. Hesketh ought to be an object-lesson."
"I wouldn't put too much faith in the object-lesson,"
said John Murchison.
"Neither would I," said Stella emphatically. "Mister
Alfred Hesketh may pass in an English crowd, but over
here he's just an ignorant young man, and you'd better
not have him talking with his mouth at any of your
meetings.
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