She signed another "Yes" and walked away with her long drifting step as her husband came in from the hall. He went up to the tray and poured himself out a tall glass of brandy and soda. "The weather is turning queer black as pitch. I hope the Swordsleys won't walk into the lake involuntary immersion, eh? He'd come out a Baptist, I suppose. What'd the Bishop do in such a case?