CHAPTER TWOBy the end of luncheon the Vicar was regaling the Marquis with an extremely interesting account of the book he was writing on the Moslem religion.
“I only wish there was somewhere near here where I could find the reference books I require,” he said. “I would like to pay a visit to Oxford, but I am afraid – ”
Before he could go any further Ajanta interrupted, “That is something, Papa we cannot – ”
She stopped.
As if she was suddenly aware that the Marquis, a stranger, was listening to their private affairs, she added in a somewhat repressive tone,
“We will speak about it later, Papa.”
“Yes, of course,” he agreed, as if he realised that he had been indiscreet.
Ajanta turned to Charis.
“Hurry up, Charis,” she said. “You know you have a great deal of homework to do before Mr
