me in the course of conversation that you have just accepted the living — ”

“Yes, I heard from mother so last week. She didn't know that I knew you at Tunbridge Wells; but I wrote back at once, and I said: 'Mr. Beebe is — '“

“Quite right,” said the clergyman. “I move into the Rectory at Summer Street next June. I am lucky to be appointed to such a charming neighbourhood.”

“Oh, how glad I am! The name of our house is Windy Corner.” Mr. Beebe bowed.

“There is mother and me generally, and my brother, though it's not often we get him to ch — The church is rather far off, I mean.”

“Lucy, dearest, let Mr. Beebe eat his dinner.”