CHAPTER XVIII
The Fell Finger of Calumny Seems to be Agreeably Diverted
Shut in his study, the rector of St. Antipas paced the floor with nicely measured steps, or sat at his desk to make endless squares, circles, and triangles. He was engrossed in the latter diversion when he heard the bell sound below. He sat back to hear the steps of the maid, the opening of the door; then, after an interval, her steps ascending the stairs and stopping at his own door; then her knock.
"A letter for Mr. Bernal, sir!"
He glanced at the envelope she held, noting its tint.
"He's not here Nora. Take it to Mrs. Linford. She will know where he is."
He heard her go down the hall and knock at another door. She was compelled to knock twice, and then there was delay before the door opened.
He drew some pages of manuscript before him and affected to be busy at a work of revision, crossing out a word here, interlining one there, scanning the result with undivided attention.
When he heard a knock he did not look up, but said, "Come!" Though still intent at his work, he knew that Nancy stood there, looking from the letter to him.