Theoretically, Quentillian felt, one didn’t.
“Surely Adrian isn’t capable of controversial writing?” Flora added, with a severity that saw apparently nothing humourous in the suggestion.
“Nothing of that sort will be required of him. He will only write light articles, like that thing you saw in the Athene. The point is that he is working for a man like Hale, whose reputation—which is fairly considerable in its own way—rests entirely upon his very anticlerical attitude.”
“But how can Adrian reconcile that with his duty as a Church member?” said Flora tersely.
“I didn’t ask him,” was Quentillian’s equally terse reply.
They all three remained silent.
“Is Adrian going to write to Father, or has he written already?” Flora asked at last.
“He hasn’t written.”
Lucilla’s short-sighted gaze, with the rather intent look characteristic of a difficulty in focussing, rested for a moment upon Quentillian’s face. Then she asked quietly:
“Did he ask you to tell Father for him?”