After he had left, Mrs. Caspar heard strange sounds in the study. She went to the door and listened.
Then she opened and peeped in.
Edward Caspar was laughing as she had never seen him laugh in twenty odd years of married life. The tears were streaming down his face, his head was thrown back and his body convulsed.
His wife regarded him with dour sympathy.
"What is it?" she asked hardly.
Her husband wiped his eyes shamefacedly.
"Nothing," he said. "Only the curate's been converting me."
That evening, as he went to bed, he peered over the banisters, and said in his grave way to Alf in the kitchen,
"I hope your friend Mr. Spink'll come again."
Alf reported the incident next day to the curate, adding,