For a few moments the brigadier seemed inclined to resent the view taken of the case by the younger man. After a little reflection, however, and the finding of some relief in a flow of his favorite language, he allowed himself to laugh shortly.
"Well," grumbled he at last, "we can at least ease our minds by going straight to the parson's house, and bestowing upon him our opinion of his conduct, and some advice as to the future. And thank the Lord he's lost his run with the hounds to-day!"
Lieutenant Tregenna was not likely to object to any proposal which promised to bring him within speaking distance of Mistress Joan; so they set their horses at a smart trot, and were back in the village without much loss of time.
When they got to the Parsonage, it was the master himself who answered their summons, with, they fancied, a rather guilty look on his face.
"Can we speak a word with you, sir?" said the brigadier, in a short, dry tone. "You know whence we come, as I think."
"Ay, come in, come in. You are both heartily welcome," said the vicar, pushing his wig
