Lucas. Yes! I'd nothing much better to do, and Dolly was cracking up this new parson of yours, so I thought I'd jog over and sample him.
Matt. A dozen miles over here at midnight; an hour's service in a cold church; and a dozen miles back to Aldershot, in the sleet and snow. I hope the sermon thoroughly braced you up!
Lucas. It did. It made me feel just as good as I knew how to be.
Matt. Here's another score for Pilcher!
Dolly. Dad, I think it's shocking bad taste of you to keep on sneering at Mr. Pilcher!
Matt. I'm not sneering. I'm only curious to follow up this wonderful sermon, and trace its results on all of you.
Dolly. Well, you can see its results. [Lucas has got near to Renie, stands with his back to her, takes out a letter from his coat-tail pocket, holds it out for her to take. She takes it, pops it in her novel, and goes on reading. He moves away from her.] Take only our own family. Harry and I both have turned over a new leaf. Renie, you said Mr. Pilcher had set you thinking deeply——
Renie. Yes, dear, very deeply.
Dolly. Lu, you said the sermon had done you a lot of good.
Lucas. Heaps! I won't say I'm going to set up for a saint straight off, because—well—I'm not so sure I could bring it off, even if I tried——