"Surely it is probable that such a man may be offered a living."
"He would not take it."
They walked on a few steps in silence, turned, and strolled back. It was now growing dark. Their faces were set toward the distant gleam of the Herne Bay lights.
"I am not so sure," at length dropped out Malling.
"Why are you not so sure?"
"Why do you think Chichester's departure from St. Joseph's impossible?"
Malling spoke strongly to determine, if possible, the rector to speak, to say out all that was in his heart.
"Can I tell you?" Mr. Harding almost murmured. "Can I tell you?"
"I think you asked me here that you might tell me something."
"It is true. I did."