[She sits on a stool by the railing, and looks expectantly
at him.
[Throws his hat on the table.] You know that I began by building churches.
[Nods.] I know that well.
For, you see, I came as a boy from a pious home in the country; and so it seemed to me that this church-building was the noblest task I could set myself.
Yes, yes.
And I venture to say that I built those poor little churches with such honest and warm and heartfelt devotion that—that—
That—? Well?
Well, that I think that he ought to have been pleased with me.
He? What he?
He who was to have the churches, of course! He to whose honour and glory they were dedicated.