"These Richardsons are very lovely," I said.
The vicar smiled.
"I think they have repaid a little trouble," he said modestly.
"Ah--could you possibly meet the 2.15 to-morrow?"
"You are expecting a parcel?"
"No--not exactly. Tommy, you know."
The vicar took a turn on the lawn. Then he came to a standstill in front
of me.
"I had planned a visit to Becklington," he said.