He laughed outright.
"I find that most people are better than their beliefs," he answered. "Now, Miss Willis, I wonder if I dare ask you questions about the way of living that has brought you to believe in the divine efficacy of unhappiness."
"My father is a clergyman," answered the girl, with a smile.
"Exactly!" said the heathen god.
"We have lived very quietly, in one of the streets of older New York. I won't tell you the number, for of course it would not mean anything to you."
"Of course not," said Apollo.
"He is rector of a queer little old-fashioned church that has existed since the days of Washington. It is quaint and irregular, and I am very fond of it."
"It isn't the Little Church of All the Saints?" demanded her companion.
"It is. How did you know?"
"Divination," he answered.