Antony began to laugh to himself.
“Were you good?”
“Rotten. I don’t profess to be an actor.”
“Mark good?”
“Oh, rather. He loves it.”
“Rev. Henry Stutters—Mr. Matthew Cay,” read Antony.
“Was that our friend Cayley?”
“Yes.”
“Any good?”
“Well, much better than I expected. He wasn’t keen, but Mark made him.”