Lady Alicia made a great endeavour to look haughty. “I do not quite understand, Mr——”
“Bunker—a temporary title, but suggestive, and simple for the tradesmen.”
“I do not understand your conduct. Why have you changed your name?”
“Why not?”
This retort was so evidently unanswerable that Lady Alicia changed her inquiry.
“Where have you been?”
“Till yesterday, in London.”
“Then you didn’t go to your own parish?” she demanded, reproachfully.
“There were difficulties,” he replied; “in fact, a certified lunatic is not in great demand as a parish priest. They seem to prefer them uncertified.”
“But didn’t you try?”