"But I'll look in next Wednesday, if I may."
"At teatime?"
"Very well—at teatime."
* * * * *
"How's Alice?" said the Vicar when he returned from Upthorne.
"She's better."
"Has that fellow Rowcliffe been here again?"
"He called—on you, I think."
(Rowcliffe's cards lay on the table flap in the passage, proving plainly that his visit was not professional.)
"And you made him see her?" he insisted.