CHAPTER TEN“Mr. Bramley will be calling later this morning,” announced Miss Morris, as she presided over the breakfast table at Treworra House three weeks after Aurora had had her final encounter with the ghostly Emily.
“I hope you do not mind, my dear?”
Miss Morris’s pale cheeks glowed with a flattering rosy tint as she bent over the teapot.
She had been very cheerful over the last few days.
“Of course I should not mind,” replied Aurora. “It will be delightful to have his company.”
“The duties of a Parish Priest can be most arduous,” continued Miss Morris, “forever helping the parishioners bear their burdens of poverty and bereavement and all the other ills that plague mankind. We must help to lighten the load whenever we can.”
She blushed an even darker pink as she poured out a c
