“I think the old church on the hill is smiling day by day, more and more.”
“I’ve noted the improvement, and it assures me our hearers are growing. A meanly kept sanctuary, witnesses of starved worshipers. Some churches might be called stables for all-devouring, nothing-giving, lean kine.”
“I’d like to be brought to confession; question me!”
“Question? I can not doubt either Miriamne or her doings; to question, one must doubt.”
“Sir Courtly! But I’ll flank your courtesy; I’ve purchased and furbished up the old ecclesiastical pile.”
“I might have guessed it was Miriamne’s work! Now, good Bishop of Bethany, appoint me Rector.”
“Churchman forever! We’ll have no Rector.”
“No Rector? No sermons? No congregation?”
“We’ll have a multitude, if we can get into the place the God-shine; that brightens and draws ever.”
“Allurement by light! A new device. Are we to have a tryst where lotus-dreamers may take sun-baths?”