“Dressing, may be? That isn’t needed either—to receive poor me.”
“No; she’s not dressing.”
“Ah! What then? Pardon me for appearing inquisitive. I merely wish to have a word with her before monsieur, your husband, comes in—relating to a matter of the Sunday school. She’s at home, isn’t she?”
“Not just this minute. She soon will be.”
“What! Out at this hour?”
“Yes; she has gone up to the Ferry on an errand. I wonder you didn’t meet her! Which way did you come, Father Rogier—the path or the lane?”
“Neither—nor from the Ferry. I’ve been down the river on visitation duty, and came up through the meadows. It’s rather a dark night for your daughter to have gone upon an errand! Not alone, I take it?”
“Yes; she went alone.”
“But why, madame?”
Mrs Morgan had not intended to say anything about the nature of the message, but it must come out now.