“Well, doctor, of course I warn’t blind.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you see,” said the old man, with a grin, “the saxun’s pay arn’t much; and a man looks out for what’s coming to help him on.”
“I don’t understand you, man.”
“Well, berrin’s and christenin’s and marriagein’s as all bring in a bit more. I’ve sin it for long enough.”
“Seen what?”
“That you was doin’ a bit o’ courting up at the Rect’ry; and it didn’t seem nice for your young lady to be going out o’ nights to meet Squire Tom, and in my church.”
North groaned.
“Never you mind, doctor; I like you,” said Moredock soothingly.
“Was this—was this known about the village?”