"Well, I can't say I am, sir; nor a Catholic, nor a Quaker," said the invalid.
"I hope, sir, there's no tendency to rationalism?"
"No, sir, I thank you; to no ism whatsoever invented by any other man; Dingwellism for Dingwell; Smithism for Smith. Every man has a right to his opinion, in my poor judgment."
"And pray, sir, if neither Romanist nor Protestant, what are you?" inquired the clergyman, as having a right to ask.
"Porcus de gruge epicuri, at your service," said the sick man, with a feeble smirk.
"I had hoped, sir, it might have been for some profitable purpose you had sent for me," said the disappointed pastor.
"Well, sir, I was baptized in the Church of England, although I don't subscribe the Articles; so I served in your regiment, you see, though I don't wear the uniform any longer."
"I thought, sir, you might have wished some conversation upon religious subjects."
"And haven't we had it, sir?—sorry we don't agree. I'm too old to turn out of my own way; but, though I can't learn yours, I shall be happy to teach you something of mine, if you wish it."
"I think, sir, as I have other calls to make," said the old clergyman, much offended, and rising to take his leave as he spoke. "I had better wish you a good afternoon."