"No."
She stared. "But," she began, "a pastor—"
"A pastor is also a man."
"Yes," said Ingeborg, "but—"
"You have no doubt observed that he is, invariably, also a man."
"Yes," said Ingeborg, "but—"
"And a man of intelligence—I am a man of intelligence—cannot fill up his life with the meagre materials offered by the practice of the tenets of the Lutheran Church."
"Oh—the Lutheran Church," said Ingeborg, catching at a straw.
"Any church."
She was silent. She felt how immensely her father would not have liked it. She felt it was wicked to sit there and listen. She also felt, strange and dreadful to observe, refreshed.