“No; I’ll wait.”
“Barry! Don’t be foolish! Come along!”
“All right! I can tell him in a few minutes what I think of the situation. Then you can have him the rest of the afternoon.”
“What do you think of the situation, Barry?”
“I think it’s ridiculous!”
“Isn’t it!”
“Yes; Farrar’s dead wrong. I shall tell him so.”
“How I shall enjoy hearing you tell him!”
They were passing up the street in the shade of aristocratic trees beginning now to take on the flush of autumn. She looked up coyly and trustingly into his face as she walked and talked, but he was too deeply absorbed in the importance of his errand to give much heed to her patent admiration.
It was not far to the rectory. The maid who answered the bell told them that Mr. Farrar was in and alone. He met them in the hall and took them into his study.