“Dinah?”

“Henry?”

“When can I see you?”

“You see me now,” said Dinah.

“Alone. Please?”

“I don’t know. Is anything wrong?”

“Eleanor.”

“Oh, Lord!” said Dinah.

“I must talk to you. Above Cloudyfold where we met that morning? To-morrow, before breakfast. Dinah, will you?”

“All right,” said Dinah. “If I can.”

Idris Campanula’s conversation flowed in upon their consciousness. Henry was suddenly aware that she had asked him some sort of question.

“I’m so sorry,” he began. “I’m afraid I — ”

“Now, Henry,” she interrupted, “where are we to go? You’re forgetting your duties, gossiping there with Dinah.” And she laughed her loud rocketting bray.

“The study, please,” said Henry. “Will you lead the way?”

She marched into the study, shook hands with Jocelyn and exchanged pecks with Eleanor Prentice.

“Where’s Dr. Templett?” she asked.

“He hasn’t arrived yet,” answered Miss Prentice. “We must always make allowances for our medical men, mustn’t we?”

“He’s up beyond Cloudyfold,” said the rector. “Old Mrs. Thrinne is much worse. The third Cain boy has managed to run a nail through his big toe. I met Templett in the village and he told me. He said I was to ask you not to wait.”

“Beyond Cloudyfold?” asked Miss Prentice sweetly. Henry saw her exchange a glance with Miss Campanula.

“Mrs. Ross doesn’t have tea till five,” said Miss Campanula, “which I consider a silly ostentation. We certainly will not wait for Dr. Templett. Ha!”

“Templett didn’t say anything about going to Mrs. Ross’s,” said the rector, innocently, “though to be sure it is on his way.”