"I never heard a parson call going to church foolishness before," said Lady Jim, surprised that the subject should crop up again in so unexpected a manner. "Who is Harold Garth?"
"A protége of the Duke's. He has just returned from Canada," said the curate, simply; "and, curiously enough, he is rather like the Kaimes family. Perhaps that is why the Duke is so kind to him."
"Perhaps it is," said Leah, wondering how much Lionel guessed. "I don't think I ever saw him," she added, mendaciously.
"If you did you would mistake him for your husband."
"How awful!" shuddered Leah. "As though one Jim wasn't enough to be bothered with. But can't we talk of something more interesting--your sermon, for instance?"
"I trust you found that interesting," said Lionel, smiling.
"Oh yes--it wasn't too long."
"I see"--dryly--"you judge the interest of a sermon by its length."
"Oh no--really, I quite enjoyed your preaching."
"I don't preach that people may enjoy, but that they may think seriously of what they are."