“Have you got leave to come here this afternoon?”
“No. I asked Perkins and he refused. If you like to write and tell him I’ve been here you can get me into a really fine old row.”
Mrs. Carey sat knitting with trembling hands. She was unused to scenes and they agitated her extremely.
“It would serve you right if I told him,” said Mr. Carey.
“If you like to be a perfect sneak you can. After writing to Perkins as you did you’re quite capable of it.”
It was foolish of Philip to say that, because it gave the Vicar exactly the opportunity he wanted.