“The new vicar.”
“Hang the new vicar. The other fellow had some sense. He never asked me why I didn’t go to church.”
“Don’t you go?”
“I? no. It’s very odd,” said the old man, grimly; “but I always have a fit of bile coming on about Saturday night, and it lasts all Sunday. So you saw Tregenna?”
“Yes, I saw Mr Tregenna.”
“Slimy serpent. Hang him.”
“By all means, if you like,” said Geoffrey, laughing, for the choleric ways and speeches of the old man amused him.
“What did you think of the daughter, eh?” said the old fellow, with a croak that was evidently intended to do duty for a chuckle.
“Very nice, sensible girl.”
“Oh! you think so, do you?”