"I am afraid something must have gone wrong in the Parish."
"No, thanks; nothing at all. Nothing in connection with the Parish."
"Then, is it anything you would like me to do? Any work—?"
Another prolonged pause.
"Miss Anderson, you once came to me years ago, to ask a question—was it not to ask advice?" His memory was slightly at fault, but Lettice made no attempt to set it right. "I am come to-day, on something of the same errand—that is to say—to ask a question, for a particular reason."
"My advice would not be worth much."
"That may depend upon certain circumstances. If, for instance, you had better means of judging—"
Did he mean—Prue? The thought whirled through Lettice, producing an inward turmoil. Could it be? Yet, why should he come to her?
"Better means of judging—" reflectively repeated Mr. Kelly.
"If I have. Please ask me anything you like!" Lettice's cheeks were bright.