Chapter 89

And watching the Venerable passing up the brick path to the porch, he felt rather like a dog left leashed to the gate-post. He was outside the affair, and wanting to be in the midst of it, and yet he was nearer to his crisis than he knew. 2 Having nothing else to do Lance walked up and down the lane, but when he heard their two voices in the orchard he went farther up towards Woolshot so that he could not accuse himself of eavesdropping. But what were they saying to each other—these two——? He turned where the lane …