'You must know that,' said Lance, 'the fever and transport that comes of one kind of music has nothing good in it.'
'That's the question.'
'I know it has not for me.'
'And has the other?'
'Of course it has! Besides, I don't do it for myself. Come, Edgar, tell me how to direct that letter, and let me go.'
'You may leave it till I go to town.'
'That would not be fair. He will want to look out for someone else. Tell me!'
'Not I! I'm not going to let you make a fool of yourself in a fit of religious excitement.'
Lance smiled. 'Much excitement in a cold dark church in a wet morning, with not twenty people there.'
'That's as you work yourself up. Here, sit down and take the other pipe.'