"What did you sing?" persisted Miss Gastonguay.
"We sang something beginning 'Jesus, lover of my soul,'" murmured Derrice.
"Never mind the rest. Tell me how the meeting impressed you. It was your first, I suppose."
"Yes, I never was at anything of the kind before. May I speak freely?" and she doubtfully scanned her audience.
"Of course," said her hostess.
"I am new to what is called religious life. It seemed marvellous to me that men could get up one after another—and even women—and talk so openly of what was in their hearts."
"Cant,—a great lot of it, cant and rubbish. They would cheat you the next day."
"My husband would not cheat," said Derrice, mildly.
"He is an exception."
"I will tell you what I thought," said the girl, encouraged by Aurelia's breathless admiration and Mr. Huntington's subdued interest. "It seemed to me that they were out of themselves,—that their strength to reveal their faults was supernatural. I never before heard people say, 'I am imperfect,—I do not lead as holy a life as I might,' and they were very full of pity. They spoke of doing more good to others."