They turned in at a large white gate and walked up a well-kept drive. A long, low white house lay before them.
Nan pulled the bell. She was taking things into her own hands; for she felt that she knew about English clergy better than Harebell did.
"Is the Rector in?" she asked grandly.
"The Vicar is," said the servant. "Do you want to see him?"
"Tell him Miss Garland and Miss Darrell are here."
Nan pursed her mouth importantly as she spoke. Harebell began to giggle nervously.
They were shown through a wide hall into the Vicar's study, which was empty.
"Don't you feel rather frightened?" said Harebell.
"Just a little—in my throat!" said Nan.
The door opened and a white-haired old gentleman came in.