It was an open secret that Mrs. Nicholls thought but little of Miss Black, "who wasn't so to call a lady, and washed her flannels at home." But she had a profound admiration for the Vicar, though I fear if the truth were known it was partly because he "set off a surplice so as never was."
Mr. Black allowed his thoughtful expression to lighten to a grave smile as he walked on beside Annette, determined that on this occasion he would not be commonplace or didactic, as he feared he had been after the boot and shoe club. He was under the illusion, because he had so often said so, that he seldom took the trouble to do himself justice socially. It might be as well to begin now.
"Are you on your way to choir practice?"
"What a question! Of course I am."
"Have you had tea?"
"No."
"Neither have I. Do come to the Vicarage first, and Angela will give us some." "Angela" was Miss Black.
Annette could not find any reason for refusing.
"Thank you. I will come with pleasure."
"I would rather go without any meal than tea."