"Brenton?"
"Scott Brenton. Surely, I wrote you he was here."
Whittenden laughed.
"If you did, it never got put in. Most likely Ramsdell balked at the spelling. You mean the Brenton that I married?"
"Yes, worse luck!"
The rector nodded.
"It's come to that; has it? I'm not too much surprised. What is he doing here?"
"Preaching, of course."
"No of course about it. He was more a physicist than anything else, it seemed to me. I had an idea he'd have gone in for teaching before now."
"Give him time."