He and the vicar had run up a sudden
friendship, on the strength of their common enthusiasm for the
old-fashioned game of backgammon. Victorious over his opponent on the
previous evening at Turlington's house, Sir Joseph had promised to pass
that evening at the vicarage, and give the vicar his revenge. Observing
his indecision, Turlington cunningly irritated him by affecting to
believe that he was really unwilling to venture out in the dark. "I'll
see you safe across the churchyard," he said; "and the vicar's servant
will see you safe back." The tone in which he spoke instantly roused
Sir Joseph. "I am not in my second childhood yet, Richard," he replied,
testily. "I can find my way by myself." He kissed his daughter on the
forehead. "No fear, Natalie. I shall be back in time for the mulled
claret. No, Richard, I won't trouble you." He kissed his hand to his
sister and went out into the hall for his hat: Turlington following him
with a rough apology, and asking as a favor to be permitted to accompany
him part of the way only.
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