The New Rector by Stanley J. Weyman

When Stephen Clode left the Town House after his interview with Laura, he was in a state of exaltation-lifted completely out of his ordinary cool and calculating self by what had happened. It was raining, but he had gone some distance before he remarked it, and even then he did not at once put up his umbrella, but strode along through the darkness, his thoughts in a whirl of triumph and excitement. The crisis had come suddenly, but he had not been found unequal to it. He had gone in through the gates despondent, and come out in joy. He had pitted himself against his rival, and had had the best of it. He had wooed, and, almost in spite of his mistress, had won!

He did not for the first few moments consider whether his altercation with the rector was likely to have unpleasant consequences, nor did he trouble himself about the manner in which he was to do Laura's bidding. Such considerations would come later-with the reaction. For the present they did not occur to him. It was enough that Laura might be his-that she never could be the rector's.