"It's too confusing," he said; "half the day I am amused or worried or tired. I've got next to no spiritual life."
Canon Nicholls did not help him to say more.
"I can't be regular in anything, and now there's the preaching."
"What's the matter with that?"
"Who was it who said that a popular preacher could not save his soul? Father Rector says that it's very bad for me that I crowd up the church. He is evidently anxious about me."
"How kind!"
"Then, since I've been preaching, such odd people come to see me."
"I know," said the Canon, "there's a fringe of the semi-insane round all churches; they used to lie in wait for me once."
"Then I simply love society. I've been to hear such interesting people talk at several houses lately. I go a good deal to Miss Dexter."
"Miss Molly Dexter."