Pursuing his train of thought, Rickmansworth went on:
"Must have been rather a queer game at Millstead?"
"Yes. There was Eugene and Kate, and Claudia and the parson, and old Ayre sticking his long nose into it."
"Trust old Ayre for that; and is it a case?"
"Well, now Kate's out of it, I expect it is, only you don't know where to have Eugene. And there's the parson."
"Yes; Ayre told us a bit about him. But she doesn't care for him?"
"She didn't tell him so—not by any means," said Bob; "and I bet he's far gone on her."
"She can't take him."
"Good Lord! no."
Though how they proposed to prevent it did not appear.