"Well, sir, I am a very ignorant man on such matters," replied Simpson, "and, to tell you the truth, religion doesn't seem to be the fashion nowadays. All the same, it would be a grand thing if it were true."
"Just so," I said, and for the first time I realized the necessity for some sort of faith which should be an anchor amid the storms of life.
"Are you better now, sir?" asked Simpson.
"Oh yes, considerably better," I replied. "I shall be able to walk about for the next few weeks, I hope."
"Then, sir, may I advise you to go to Church or Chapel? The preachers there might be able to tell you."
"A good idea," I cried. "I have not been to Church or Chapel since I left Oxford, and while there I only went because I was obliged to. I did enjoy the singing, though. Yes, Simpson, I will take your hint. I will go to Church on Sunday."
"It's Sunday to-morrow, sir," was Simpson's reply.
"Is it? I had forgotten. Then I will go to-morrow."
"Where will you go, sir, to the Established Church or the Wesleyan Chapel?"
"I will go to both, and hear what they have to say at both places."