CHAPTER IVN
EXT day, being Sunday, Lady Waring asked the Mertons at breakfast if they would like to go to church. As Noel’s work very kindly didn’t want him on Sundays, the Warings and their guests walked across the chill, misty park to the church, which was at the Priory end of the village. An angry elderly clergyman hustled them through the service with such vigour that they emerged breathless but glowing with virtue at five minutes past twelve. Sir Harry, who was a church-warden, stopped to talk to the verger, while the others walked on.
“We haven’t got a proper Vicar at present,” said Lady Waring. “Our dear old Vicar died in October, and Canon Tempest, who has really given up active work, kindly takes the service on Sundays. He has been staying near here with a niece, but he is very
