‘If only you could have been a chaplain at an Oxford college,’ she lamented. ‘You’re wasted here.’ ‘But, darling, you always said you wanted to be in a country parish. You were so pleased.’ ‘I know, but I didn’t think it would be like this. I thought people in the country were somehow noble, through contact with the earth and Nature, I suppose,’ she smiled; ‘and all the time they’re just worrying about petty details like water-tanks and magazine covers!—like people in the suburbs do.’
