She'd wring any one's neck for twopence. Oh yes, she would! . . .
Then there are the third lot who simply don't believe in Mr.
Warlock's visions at all and just laugh at him. People like Miss
Smythe and Mrs. Bellaston. A lot of them are leaving the chapel. Mr.
Warlock won't listen to anybody. He's getting stranger and stranger,
and his heart's so bad they say he might die any day if he had a
shock. Then he's always quarrelling with Martin."
Caroline suddenly stopped. She looked at Maggie.
"Martin's a terrible trial to his father," she said.
But Maggie was secure now.
"Is he?" she asked indifferently. Then she added slowly, "What do
you believe, Caroline?"
"What do I believe?"
"Yes, about Mr. Warlock's visions."
"Oh, of course, it's only because he's ill and prays for hours
without getting off his knees, and won't eat enough, that he sees
things. And yet I don't know. There may be something in it. If I
were on my knees for weeks I'd never see anything. But I'll be
terribly sorry for Mr. Warlock if the time comes and nothing
happens. He'll just have to go."
They sat a little longer together and then Caroline said: "Well,
darling, I must be off.
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