"Yes; I went to hear him preach, and it is so beautiful, you know. Crowds; the church was packed, and many people cried. You should go. And then one feels how real it is for him to preach against the world, because he gave up so much."
Molly drained her glass of champagne and leant across.
"Whom are you talking about?"
"Father Molyneux."
"I thought so."
"Have you heard him preach?" asked Lady Sophy.
"I used to, but I never go now." She again leant forward and spoke this time with unconcealed irritation. "Adela, I don't go now because I know too much about him."
There was immediate sensation.
Molly slowly lit a cigarette. Even then she did not know what she was going to say, but she had determined on the spur of the moment, and chiefly from sheer terror, to put Mark out of court if she possibly could.
"He is a humbug," she proclaimed in her low, incisive tone.