"A telegram!" said the rector.
He took it into his hand and read the name on the envelop.
"It's for me. Malling, do you know whom this telegram is from?"
"How can I, or you, for that matter?"
"It is from Henry Chichester, and it is to recall me to London."
"It may be so."
"It is so. Open it for me."
Malling took the telegram from him and tore it open, while he sat heavily down by the table.
"Please return if possible difficulties in the parish Benyon ill need your presence Chichester."
Malling looked down at the rector.