Woman: Now, Father Luke, I've just got to come to your sermon to-morrow. What's it about?
Priest: Modern vice.
Woman: How charming! I read the last one--it was lovely.
Priest: Unless you have a ticket you'll never be able to get in.
Woman: But I must get in. I'll come to the vestry door, if there is a vestry door at St. Bede's.
Priest: It's impossible. You've no idea of the crush. And I've no favourites.
Woman: Oh yes, you have! You have me.
Priest: In my church, fashionable women must take their chance with the rest.
Woman: How horrid you are.
Priest: Perhaps. I may tell you, Miss Cohenson, that I've seen two duchesses standing at the back of the aisle of St. Bede's, and glad to be.