"To meet them?" asked Lady Oxted.
"Yes; Harry said it was a secret, but it's such a dear one I must tell you. They were going together—it was Harry's idea—to the church. The two graves, his uncle's and that other man's, are side by side. I asked if I might come too, but he said certainly not; I was not in that piece!"
"And then?"
Evie got up.
"I think they were just going to say their prayers there," she said. "Oh, I love those men. They don't talk and talk, but just go and do simple little things like that."
"And the women sit at home and do the talking," said Lady Oxted.
"Yes, you and me, that is. Oh, I daresay we are more subtle and complicated—and who knows or cares what else?—but we are not quite so simple. One must weigh the one with the other. And who cares which is the best? To each is a part given."
"You had a big part given you, Evie," said the other.
"I know I had, and feebly was it performed. Ah, that morning! Just one word from Dr. Armytage, 'Come!'"
Evie returned to the fire again and sat down.