"It is just as I thought, there is something on his mind.

Don't deny it, Augustin; there is something on his mind." Mr.Ambrose was silent; he glared fiercely at the window panes.
"Why don't you tell me ?" insisted his better half.

"I am quite sure you know all about it.

Augustin, do you know, or do you not ?" Thus directly questioned the vicar turned sharply round, sweeping the window with his coat tails.
"My dear," he said, shortly, "I do know.

Can you not imagine that it may be a matter which John does not care to have mentioned ?" Mrs.Ambrose grew red with annoyance.