About this story
You play the vicar: a man who gives away his parish income because a private fortune keeps the house easy, and who hung an epitaph for his wife above the mantel while she is very much alive. Then a rider asks which gentleman entrusted money to a London merchant. The warehouse was stripped this morning, and the last paper in his case bears tomorrow's date and Mr Wilmot's signature.
Who you’ll meet
Deborah Primrose, the vicar's wife who keeps the family's accounts, with her son George and the hired rider from London whose open case has just ended the family's money - and, one day early, his wedding.
How it opens
The parsonage windows stood open to a June garden loud with bees.
Our family is handsome enough to forgive its own defects.
Your wife arranged six children around the tea table as if proving her claim.
Choose
Their virtues interest me more than symmetry.
A father should not judge such a contest.
Moses appears devoted chiefly to the cake.