He liked him immensely and wished he might count him as an intimate friend.

But intimacy between a Regular clergyman and the son of the leader of the Come-Outers was out of the question.

Partisans on both sides would shriek at the idea.
Thinking of the Hammond family reminded him of another member of it.

Not that he needed to be reminded; he had thought of her often enough since she ran away from him in the rain that night.

And the picture in the doorway was not one that he could forget--or wanted to.