"Did you and Amy have a quarrel this afternoon?"
"No, father," said Martin.
"That's right. I thought—I thought ... I don't know ... My head's confused. You've been a good boy, Martin, haven't you? There's no need for me to worry, is there?"
"None, father," Martin said.
After a while Martin said:
"Father, don't go to Chapel to-night."
Warlock smiled.
"I must go. That's all right ... Nothing to worry about."
For some while he sat there, Martin's hand in his; Martin did not know whether he were asleep or not.
At about ten he ate and drank. At eleven he started with Amy and Thurston for the Chapel.