“Singular freak on the part of Grayson. Most eccentric man,” he continued. “Danby tells me—now really what a coincidence! Sir James, by all that is singular! Ah, my dear Sir James, I was thinking about you. Ah, Edgar, my boy, how are you?”
He shook hands warmly with the magistrate and his son.
“Thinking about me, eh!” said Sir James, rather pompously. “Then I’ll be bound to say that I can tell you what you are thinking.”
“No, I believe I may say for certain you cannot,” said the Vicar, smiling.
“Of calling on me for a subscription.”
“Wrong this time,” said the Vicar good-humouredly. “No; I have just met Miss Grayson with that boy.”
“Indeed!”
“Yes; very eccentric of Grayson, is it not!”
“Whim for a week or two. Soon get tired of it,” said Sir James, laughing.
“Think so?”