"My dear Sophy, I think you had better leave such things alone. You do not know where they might lead you."
There was in his voice a sound of forced authority, as if he had been obliged to "screw himself up" to speak as he had just spoken. Lady Sophia was about to make a quick rejoinder when, still with a forced air of resolution, Mr. Harding addressed himself to Chichester.
"Since I saw you this morning," he said, "I find that I shall not be here next Sunday."
He looked about the circle at his wife and Malling.
"The doctor has ordered me away for a week, and I've decided to go."
His introduction of the subject had been abrupt. As if almost in despite of themselves, Lady Sophia and Malling exchanged glances. Chichester said nothing.
"You can get on without me quite well, of course," continued the rector.
"Are you going to be away long?" said Chichester.
"No; I think only for a week or so. The doctor says I absolutely need a breath of fresh air."
Malling got up to go.