They had not had the advantage, since the servants were in the room, of talking over the situation as they wished, and there was no knowing when Lord Talgarth and Jenny might emerge.

So they sat down at a little stone table at the end furthest from the smoking-room, and Archie and Dick lit their cigarettes.
There is not a great deal to say about the Rector.

The most effective fact about him was that he was the father of Jenny.

It was a case, here, of "Averill following Averill": his father and grandfather, both second sons, as was the Rector himself, had held the living before him, and had performed the duties of it in the traditional and perfectly respectable way.

This one was a quiet middle-aged man, clean-shaven except for two small whiskers.