“You must have a good rest here,” said Mrs. Brandon. “We lead a rather quiet, dull life. Our very nice vicar and his wife are coming to dinner and Dr. Ford who is a very old friend. Tomorrow an old friend of mine, Sir Edmund Pridham, is coming to lunch and we are going to Winter Overcotes for tea, and in the evening I have asked Bishop Joram and a very nice Colonel Crofts who has turned into a clergyman late in life. He said he had met you at the Deanery and would like to meet you again. So you must just be quite quiet and do whatever you like. Ethel will look after you. She is my old housemaid and has been with me for years.”
If Mrs. Arbuthnot thought that meeting a ceaseless procession of strangers was not exactly a good rest, she did not say so and was in fact quite pleased at the pros
