“Owen is coming to Stear in another month. I am quite certain that he doesn’t mean to let this make any difference, and you can ask him anything you want to. But really and truly, Adrian, if this suggestion wasn’t so absolutely wild, I should call it most irreverent.”
It was evident that Flora had uttered the most profound condemnation of which she was capable.
That night she enquired of Lucilla whether it was Adrian’s infatuation for Miss Duffle that brought to birth his strangely sudden desire for clerical life.
“I suppose so.”
“But apart from everything else, he’s much too young to marry. And I don’t suppose she’d look at him.”
“Neither do I. So we needn’t worry about it.”
“I feel as if Adrian was somebody quite new, whom I’d never known before.”
“He’s only growing up.”
“Does Father really know Adrian?”
Lucilla shook her head.