The rector’s eyes twinkled as he broke in upon Jeffray’s apologies.
“Do not vex yourself, sir,” he said. “I understand the matter perfectly. May I remark, Mr. Jeffray, that you look far from well yourself.”
Richard stared in Dr. Sugg’s red and kindly face.
“I—sir?”
“You look feverish—uncommon feverish. I hope you are not going to be bedded, sir. How are you feeling, eh?”
Richard forced a smile and wiped his forehead.
“Rather hot in the head, Sugg, and stiff about the back.”
The rector’s air of concern deepened. He screwed up his eyes still more and cocked his broad head seriously at Jeffray.
“Shall I tell Stott to ride up to the priory to-morrow, sir? He will be in the village.”
“I am much obliged to you, doctor.”