Wally looked a good deal surprised by this, and said dubiously: "Well, I dare say you know best, but all I can say is, it never seemed jolly to me."
"That's because you haven't been Changed!" said Mrs. Bawtry. "Why don't you throw off all your foolish inhibitions, and join the march of the Christian revolution?"
Sir William had been trying to shut out the sound of this painful conversation by talking to his hostess, but these last words, uttered, as they were, in triumphant accents, made him break off what he was saying to demand: "Christian what?"
"Christian revolution!" repeated Mrs. Bawtry, unabashed. "Our God-confident armies are marching to rout the troops of chaos, and moral-rot."
"Here, I say, Connie!" protested her husband uncomfortably. "Steady on!"
Hugh, who was seated between Connie Bawtry and Vicky, rather sacrificingly drew Connie's fire. "I went to one of your meetings once," he said.
"You did? I'm so glad!" Connie said enthusiastically. "Now, tell me, what did you think of it?"
"Well," said Hugh, "I was rather disappointed."
"Disappointed!"
"Yes," he said, helping himself from the dish that was being offered to him. "There seemed to me to be a depressing lack of spirituality about the whole proceeding. A lot of people got up one by one to address the meeting, but, without wanting to be offensive, Connie, I honestly couldn't see that they had any kind of message for us. What some of the members seemed to me to be suffering from was spiritual conceit in an aggravated form."