This desperate cry for help eventually arrived at the parson's house in Emminster.Old Mr Clare was pleased.‘I think this letter is from Angel's wife.I hope this will bring him home more quickly.He did say he was planning to come home next month.’‘Dear boy,I hope he will get home safely,’murmured Mrs Clare.‘I still feel he should have gone university like the other two.He should have had the same chance as them,Church or no Church.’This was the only complaint she ever made to her husband.He too was worried that he had been unfair to Angel.They blamed themselves for this unfortunate marriage.If Angel had studied at Cambridge he would never have become a farmer and married a country girl.Still,his more recent letters showed that Angel was planning to come home to fetch her, so perhaps their quarrel,whatever it was, could be settled.Angel himself was at this moment riding across Brazil towards the coast.He had never completely recovered from the serious illness he had had when he first arrived.He was not as strong as before,and looked much older.The country had been a disappointment to him.Many farmers had come here from England hoping to make their fortune,and had died in the fields or on the roads.He knew now he could not farm here.