Imrie turned to Judith. "Are you as optimistic as Mr. Good?"
Her lips narrowed ever so slightly and a faint suggestion of a gleam came into her eyes. Then she shrugged her shoulders and laughed lightly. "If trouble comes—I shall be ready."
"But you're not sure that it will come?"
"I'm not experienced in such things. Were you sure of trouble when you delivered your sermon this morning?"
"Quite."
"Did it come?"
"It did."
Imrie smiled pleasantly enough but the bitterness of his tone was not lost on Judith.
"Arnold—what do you mean—what trouble?"
"What would you expect? I have resigned."