“The clean mind must be kept clean.”
The congregation filed soberly out of church. Joyce marshalled the children. Moxon joined her. The Squire and his party lingered near the yew tree mentioned in Doomsday Book, exchanging greetings with all and sundry. Margot said to Moxon:
“A fine sermon, Mr. Moxon.”
He assented quietly.
“When I saw you in church, I wondered whether you belonged to us.”
“I am a Presbyterian.”
“Another Established Church. And yet, surely, you disapprove of establishments?”
He laughed.
“Of some. Powdered lacqueys arouse my worst feelings.”
“Do they? Over-dressed maidservants have that effect on me. Shall we see you this afternoon?”