"The Little Brothers of the Artesian Well," added Grimm, "or whatever they call it. I remember. And I'm sorry. I wouldn't tempt you from your principles for the world. Forgive me. How about you, Pastor? A little drop of plum brandy, for—for—let's see, what is it St. Paul says about——?"
"Thank you, no," declined the rector, with an apprehensive gesture towards his wife.
"Oh, come, come!" urged Peter hospitably. "Why, the other evening when you dropped over here after the vespers, sir, you——"
"I only use it when absolutely needful for medicinal purposes," insisted the rector hurriedly. "Not to-day, I thank you."
"I believe," said Peter irrelevantly, "that St. Paul was a single man, was he not, Pastor?"
"I believe," said Peter irrelevantly, "that St. Paul was a single man, was he not, Pastor?"
"I—I believe so. It is not definitely known. But why?"
"I was only wondering," mused Peter, "how he would have accounted to St. Pauline, or whatever his wife's name would have been, for what he wrote in favour of 'a little wine for—'"