“What is it you wish to find out, Mr. Vanclure?” interrupted Ernest.
“Why, I thought you’d see at once—yes, at once, after my explanation.”
Ernest smiled internally.
“I confess, Mr. Vanclure, that I am so obtuse mentally, that I have failed to understand your explanation.”
“What? can’t you see—can’t you see that a lawyer and a preacher are two different people—two different people?”
“Yes, sir; I see that clearly.”
“Well, I gave you to understand that a lawyer would suit me—would suit me, and I thought you were a lawyer.”
“So I am.”
“But are you going to give up law, and be a preacher—be a preacher?”