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during the late war, I wonder?"



"Oh,Wensley told me that himself,"Telemachus put in, sipping his ale

carefully. "He's too old." Two inquiring looks caught him in the crosshairs,

causing him to choke a bit on his drink, then say, "Well, he told me he tried to

enlist, but they weren't taking anyone over the age of sixty-five, so he turned

about and came right back ho --"



"Sixty-five." Father Herrick repeated the figure as one who has been told he

owes a certain absurd sum to the Inland Revenue and assumes that by simple

repetition he will work some domestic magic that will cause thevanishment of

debt, debtor, or the Inland Revenue and all who sail in her.



"I know he doesn't look it,"Telemachus hastened to add.



"Tilly, that is an understatement on a par with saying that Miss Drummond is

plain." The vicar's lip curled.



"Oh, I say!"Telemachus took umbrage, at the which Olivia wondered. "Miss

Drummond is not-- she is not-- not one of these over-painted bridge club sorts,

but --"



"Plain," Father Herrick repeated suavely. "In the best sense of the word, of

course. Wholesome. Like milk. You do like milk, I'm sure?"Telemachus could not

but agree and left off his gallantsputterings . "You see, dear boy, you were
quite mistaken as to the disparaging intent of my remark concerning Miss