"My dear," he said, shortly, "I do know. Can you not imagine that it may be a matter which John does not care to have mentioned?"
Mrs. Ambrose grew red with annoyance. She had set her heart on finding out what had disturbed John, and the vicar had apparently made up his mind that she should not succeed. Such occurrences were very rare between that happy couple.
"I cannot believe he has done anything wrong," said Mrs. Ambrose. "Anything which need be concealed from me—the interest I have always taken—"
"He has not done anything wrong," said the vicar impatiently. "I do wish you would drop the subject—"
"Then why should it be concealed from me?" objected his wife with admirable logic. "If it is anything good he need not hide his light under a bushel, I should think."
"There are plenty of things which are neither bad nor good," argued the vicar, who felt that if he could draw Mrs. Ambrose into a Socratic discussion he was safe.
"That is a distinct prevarication, Augustin," said she severely. "I am surprised at you."
"Not at all," retorted the vicar. "What has occurred to John is not owing to any fault of his." In his own mind the good man excused himself by saying that John could not have helped falling in love with Mrs. Goddard. But his wife turned quickly upon him.
"That does not prevent what has occurred to him, as you call it, from being good, or more likely bad, to judge from his looks."
"My dear," said Mr. Ambrose, driven to bay, "I entirely decline to discuss the point."