“Because I want to say something to you.”
“I don’t wish to—and won’t hear it!”
“You shall, Mr Homfray!” replied the woman, whose face was full of evil, her eyes glittering like those of a serpent. “I come to-night as messenger from a man you know—from Gordon Gray.”
“From Gordon Gray—you?” gasped the rector in surprise. “Why should he send you to me?”
“Because he thought it best not to come himself.”
“If he wishes to speak to me let him face me here,” Mr Homfray said boldly.
“Ah?” laughed the woman as though in triumph. “I seem to be an unwelcome visitor.”
“How could you be otherwise, after what has passed?” queried the old fellow.
“Well, don’t let us have any more bickering. Let’s come to business. Mr Gray wants to know whether you intend paying?”
“Not a penny—until the money is due next August.”