"If you do see through people as clearly as that, you oughtn't to make it so brutally plain to them."
"That's what Uncle calls my unfeminine lack of tact. He says it comes of going to school and playing hockey."
"He may be right. But why worry?"
"I'm not worrying--only, you see, Uncle Edward will have to look after me now, and he thinks it's all wrong for me to be going to Oxford.... What are you looking at? The distance from the South gateway?"
"Uncomfortably discerning woman--yes, I was. You could bring the body in a car and carry it round without too much difficulty. What's that, there, close up by the north wall of the churchyard? A well?"
"Yes; that's the well where Gotobed gets the water for washing out the porch and scrubbing the chancel and all that. I think it's rather deep.
