The minister had risen and was looking oddly at the housekeeper.
“What on earth have I said this time?” she implored.
“You say your lover’s name was Phillips, Adoniah Phillips?”
Miss Pipkin did not reply, but looked at him fixedly.
“Please, don’t look at me like that, it makes me feel like I’ve been guilty of something,” he said, trying hard to smile.
“You sure you ain’t sick?”
“Of course, I’m not ill. I’m slightly interested in that peculiar name. I’ve heard it just once before, and I’m wondering if there is a chance of its being the same man.”
“You’ve heard of him?”
“Well, I have heard his name.”
“There ain’t likely to be another name like his.”