"If you do," she said, "we must consider the question of your church, your schools, your printing-press, and your steamer. So, _au revoir_, to-morrow." She threw him a little reassuring smile, and passed out. The fragrance of violets, the sound of her low voice, the card upon the table, remained. David took up the pen and made the entry in the vestry book: _two pounds, eight shillings, and seven pence halfpenny_. Then he gathered up all the little piles of silver and copper, and put them into his coat pockets; but Diana's sovereign he slipped by itself into one waistcoat pocket, and her card into the other. Then suddenly he realised--poor David--that she had stood beside him during the whole interview, while _he_ had sat on the vestry stool. He sprang to his feet. "Oh I say!" he cried. "Oh--I say!" But there was nothing to say; and no one to whom to say it. Poor David! He sat down again, put his elbows on the table, and dropped his head into his hands. Diana Rivers of Riverscourt! Patron of four livings! Acknowledged leader of the gayest set in the county; known far and wide for her independence of character and advanced views! * * * * * Bones came shuffling up the chancel, rattling the church keys. There was also a sovereign of Diana's in _his_ waistcoat pocket, and he showed no irritation as he locked up the vestry book, and returned David's good-night. "A 'appy Christmas, sir," he said, "an' many of 'em; if they 'ave 'em in them wild parts." * * * * * As David plodded home through the snow, his mind dwelt, with curious persistence, on one question: "Now who on earth is 'Chappie'?" CHAPTER V THE NOISELESS NAPIER "I am morally certain 'Chappie' is a poodle," thought David to himself, at breakfast. "It would be just like her to have a large black poodle, abnormally clever, perfectly clipped, tied up with green ribbons to match her hat, and treated in all respects as a human being; excepting that, of course, his opinion on the cut of her guests' clothes would not matter. 'Chappie does not count,' she said; but I'll be bound he counts a lot, in most respects. I hope Chappie will like me. How does one whistle to a poodle?" David was standing on the hearthrug, practising various seductive ways of whistling to Chappie, when Sarah came in, to clear the breakfast table.