Daphne stood on the fringe, listeni

Daphne stood on the fringe, listening avidly. Occasionally she would throw some clever question at the curate, who stammered in reply and found it difficult to cope. Suddenly, Daphne seized a wrought-iron chair and, advancing towards the curate, shouted she was going to bash him on the head and kill him. The young man cowered in front of her and Daphne started to laugh, saying that it was just as she had suspected – he had told them they were all going to Heaven when they died, but when he himself was threatened with death he was afraid. This proved, she laughed, that everything he said, all this promise of life eternal, was rubbish.