Margaret. [With dignity] Do you take objection to Sydney, Mr. Pumphrey?
Rector. Now, my dear lady, you mustn’t misunderstand me—
Margaret. [Quietly] To me, then?
Rector. Mrs. Fairfield, I beg—But in the course of a slight—er—altercation between Christopher and myself it transpired—
Margaret. [She has been prepared for it] I see, it’s her father—
Rector. I am grieved—grieved for you.
Margaret. But his illness was no secret.
Rector. My heart, Mrs. Fairfield, and Mrs. Pumphrey’s heart has gone out to you in your affliction. When the light of reason—
Margaret. Then you did know. Then I don’t follow.
Rector. But according to Christopher—