There was no doubt, however, in Edith’s mind that it called for her father’s immediate attention. Moreover, the fact was at last made clear to him by a mounting color, and an air of growing agitation.
“Well, what’s the matter?” A certain rough kindness came into the vicar’s tone as soon as these facts were borne in upon him. “I hope you’ve not been overtaxing yourself. Joliffe said you would have to be very careful for some time.”
The attempt of a somewhat emotional voice to reassure him on that point was not altogether a success.
“Then what is the matter?” The vicar peered at her solemnly over his spectacles.
Edith hesitated.
The vicar mobilized an impatient eyebrow.
“It’s—it’s only that wretched man, John Smith.”
Mr. Perry-Hennington gave a little start of annoyance at the mention of the name.
“He’s quite upset me.”
“What’s he been doing now?” The vicar’s tone was an odd mingling of scorn and curiosity.