"No matter. We'll go late and sit in the back and nobody will see us. But here's the real favour. There's to be a clergyman out from the city, this morning, who is a friend of mine. Arnold Imrie is to preach, and ..."
"Is Arnold coming?" broke in Roger. "By George, I'll go myself. He's a wonder."
"That's what I wanted to find out," said Judith. "That is, I want to find out if you think so, Mr. Good. The people here think just that. I want to get your opinion."
"That's hardly fair, is it, Miss Wynrod? He's a personal friend of yours, and you know already what I think of church—yet you want my opinion of both."
"No—not both; just the man."
Good shook his head. "I doubt if they can be separated," he said dubiously.
"Well, we'll worry about that later. It's settled that you'll come?"
"Of course, but—"
"Thank you. I'll be ready in a minute."
All the way to the church Good protested that she was taking an unfair advantage of him. But Judith refused to heed his protests.