SIXThe rehearsal was at half-past three. Walking across the Green, Miss Silver was regaled with information about the vicar, the Reverend Thomas Martin—‘A widower—his wife died thirty years ago, and he has never married again. Such a pity! It must be so lonely for him.’ The parsonage—‘Much, much too big of course. Everyone is very fond of him, but I do not think it is suitable for the young people to call him Tommy. It shocked my sister very much. She quite took him to task about it—she was so strong-minded. He only laughed, but she did not consider it a laughing matter. And he is so untidy in his dress—it is really a great pity.’
They were not so very far back in the church after all, Miss Wayne moving forward three times until they could have a really good view of the chancel, already d
