"I--I think you're a brick, Mr.Errol," she said.
He shook his head.

"Nothing so useful, I am afraid, but I'm grateful to you all the same for thinking so.

Ah! Here comes your father." The rector was hastening after them across the grass.

He joined them on the path before the house and urged his visitor to come in and rest.

The orchids were in the conservatory.