"Yes, dear, a good deal. He and Arnold came several times, and when Arnold went, he kept up the habit of dropping in."
"Does he ever talk much?"
"No, not much. He's a quiet man, I think."
Certain vivid little scenes formed themselves in Ursula's mind. She had seen him walking and talking with Manning, had heard him with Tressor. And she remembered his face by the lake and in her room. A quiet man? Eager, ardent, she had thought him. And there was his verse, too.
"He's absorbed in his work, I expect," went on her mother, her head on one side as she touched her embroidery deftly. "Mr. Tressor said he thought he would do a great deal. He said he was very prolific, I remember. They use such odd words."
"He's all alone up there now, isn't he?"
"Yes, dear. But Mr. Prideaux calls, and he goes to see him."
"Mr. Prideaux? Does he like him?"
"Very much, dear, I believe. But the Vicar is not at all gossipy, you know."
"Do you like him, Ursula?" asked Miss Netterly curiously.