"I suppose," he thought, "Rose is right, and will-hunting is demoralising, or 'not healthy,' as she calls it."
But he had been too long silent.
"It is very hard on you to get such a letter," he said, with a ring of true sympathy in his voice and more expression than usual in his face. "I wish I had not come in and disturbed you; I wish you had a woman friend here instead."
"I don't," said Molly quickly. "Don't go yet. I can say as little as I like with you, and then I'm going to church to hear the bon petit prêtre preach."
"He will lure you to Rome."
"Perhaps."
"Well, I think there's a good deal to be said for Rome."
"Don't you mind people joining it?" she asked, a little eagerly.
"No, I like it better than Ritualism."
"But Lady Rose is a Ritualist."