I obeyed him. A gentleman, attended by two servants, rode past rapidly; twilight had begun to fall, but the light served well enough to show me who the stranger was. He rode hard and his horse's head was towards the Manor gates.
"I think it is my Lord Carford," said the Vicar. "He goes to the Manor, as I think."
"I think it is and I think he does," said I; and for a single moment I stood there in the middle of the room, hesitating, wavering, miserable.
"What ails you, Simon? Why shouldn't my Lord Carford go to the Manor?" cried the Vicar.
"Let him go to the devil!" I cried, and I seized my hat from the table where it lay.
The Vicar turned to me with a smile on his lips.
"Go, lad," said he, "and let me not hear you again deny my propositions. They are founded on an extensive observation of humanity and——"
Well, I know not to this day on what besides. For I was out of the house before the Vicar completed his statement of the authority that underlay his propositions.