It was Saturday morning when Tobias hastened from the church after yet another meeting with his churchwarden, hoping, at last, to get some free time to compose his Sunday sermon. He was not usually so behind with such duties but his week had been rather overwhelmed by an unasked-for visitor in the shape of his soldier brother’s former mistress, the actress Miss Fifi Fontayne.
The anxiety of trying to get rid of her before she caused a scandal, plus the fact that she regarded him as some sort of second-rate clerical Master of Ceremonies, whose only function was to provide her with constant entertainment, had left Tobias without a spare minute. Any writing he had done this past week was only in the form of letters asking for urgent help to rid him of his admittedly comely but somewhat overw
