After Beryl had left them Paul and Sarah sat at opposite ends of the large oak table in the cavernous vicarage kitchen eating slices of Beryl"s sponge cake and drinking tea.
She put her plate aside. “Just imagine, in years gone by this table would have been filled with the vicar"s children. I would think you could get at least ten more people round here!”
She noticed the sudden tension in his shoulders and arms. She laughed. “There"d be a ready-made congregation – plus the servants, of course.” She watched him relax.
“Everyone was expected to attend church back then,” he said. “Parson Grimshaw of Haworth even chased them there with a whip! I can"t imagine him putting up with active opposition!”
active opposition“Didn"t Rev D say what the opposition was?” she asked.
“Lapsed Christians,
