"Well," said the priest sharply, with his bright gray eyes, puckered at the corners, running over and taking in the whole of Frank's figure from close-cut hair to earthy boots. "Brother James tells me you wish to see me."
"It was Brother James who said so, father," said Frank.
"What is it you want?"
"I've got two friends on the road who want shelter—man and woman. We'll pay, if necessary, but—"
"Never mind about that," interrupted the priest sharply. "Who are you?"
"The name I go by is Frank Gregory."
"The name you go by, eh?... Where were you educated?"
"Eton and Cambridge."
"How do you come to be on the roads?"
"That's a long story, father."