"You mean you want to know—?"
"Your impression of Chichester."
The rector stopped on the landing.
"Do you find him much changed?"
Malling shrugged his shoulders.
"Possibly—a little. He may have become rather firmer in manner, a trifle more decisive."
"Firmer! More decisive, you say!"
"But surely that is only natural, working—as he has done, I understand, under a man such as yourself for two years."
"Such as myself! Then you think he's caught something of my manner and way of looking at things? You think—"
"Really, it's difficult to say," interrupted Malling. "He's developed, no doubt. But very few people don't. I suppose you've trained him."