“And they consider him quite rational?”
“Perfectly rational.” Millicent looked at the vicar in some surprise. “Don’t you, Uncle Tom?”
The vicar would have evaded the question had he been able to do so. But with those candid eyes upon him that was impossible. Moreover, the old habit of fearless honesty in all things did not permit a deliberate lie.
Millicent declined to accept his silence. “You don’t!” She pinned him down to a reply.
“If the doctors are satisfied,” said the vicar slowly, “that is the important thing. One doesn’t set up one’s opinion against theirs, you know.”
But he was not to escape in that way.
“Evidently you don’t agree with them, Uncle Tom. Now I want you to be perfectly frank and tell me just how you feel about Gervase.”
“Well, I will.” The vicar spoke slowly and weightily. “Since you press the question, his whole outlook appears to me to be changing.”
“But not for the worse, surely?”
“That I cannot say. It is only my opinion and I give it for what it is worth, but I don’t quite approve this change which is coming over Gervase.”