“These last two years have been priceless.”
“Ah!” said the chaplain hopefully.
“I feel right on top.”
The chaplain’s spirit drooped.
“Do you mean,” he said, “that you don’t regret—that you aren’t—er——?”
“Priceless!”
The man’s face had a lamentable look—steely, strangely smiling. No humility in it at all. He would find Society did not tolerate such an attitude. No, indeed! He would soon discover his place.
“I’m afraid,” he said kindly, “that you’ll find Society very unforgiving. Have you a family?”
“Wife, son, and daughter.”