“I am not overburdened with work—yet.”
“Oh, it will come.”
He turned over the pages deliberately, glancing at each picture.
“Your wife looks well.”
“Yes, in spite of everything.”
“A matter of heart and pluck.”
“She has the courage of a Cordelia.”
Canon Stensly put the book down upon the grass. The two men were silent awhile; Murchison lying back in his chair, smoking; the churchman leaning forward a little with arms folded, his massive face set rather sternly in the repose of thought.
“There is something I want to talk to you about.”
Murchison turned his head, but did not move his body.