“But, you know, nobody does such a thing,” said Ambrose.
“Then is it not high time somebody should?”
“Mr Liversedge, you will never get promotion, if that be the way you are going on.”
“In which world?”
“‘Which world’! There is only one.”
“I thought there were two.”
Ambrose fidgetted uneasily on his chair.
“I tell you what, my good Sir, you are on the way to preach your church empty. The pews have no souls to be saved, I believe,”—and Ambrose chuckled over his little joke.
“What of the souls of the absent congregation?” asked Mr Liversedge.
“Oh, they’ll have to get saved elsewhere,” answered Ambrose.