"I think it was very plucky of you," was all Martin could think of.
"Oh, I'm safe enough. I don't starve, you know. But there's not much over for books."
"It must be rotten!"
There was a silence.
"Do the Berrisfords go to church?" Freda asked suddenly. "I only came on Tuesday."
"No, rather not."
"Thank God!"
"Then you aren't one of the faithful?"
"No. Taking the girls to church had a bad effect on my temper. Besides, after all——"
"Well?"