Chapter 13
The Rectory, when they finally reached it by taxi from the station, was an imposing old building, set in a large garden. It all looked exceedingly well kept up, suggesting the Reverend Connaught was not quite the poor country parson George had been expecting. Any questions as to whether Matthew’s father depended entirely on the Church for his income would, however, have been fearfully impolite, so George could only conjecture.
As so often, Matthew appeared to read his friend’s mind. “Father was the only son, so by rights he shouldn’t have gone into the Church at all. But the old man has a genuine vocation for it, so my grandfather relented in the end. Father’s always encouraged my brothers and me to make our own way in the world and not rely upon any prospective inheritance. H
