"I was confirmed. That's not saying I'm an Episcopalian now."
"Have you joined another denomination?"
"No. It was just that my religious streak pinched out, and some years after that I read Darwin and Spencer and Haeckel."
"But that's no reason. If only you had read Drummond first, you'd have seen that true science and true religion are not opposed but are complementary to each other."
"Drummond?" queried Blake. "Never heard of him, that I remember. Anyway, I guess I'm not one of the religious kind. It was only to please my sisters I started in that time."
"But you'll go to church with me now, Tom?"
Blake hesitated. "Thought you told them you'd decided not to go?"
"Not to the Cathedral. There's the little chapel down the street, in which I was confirmed. It's nearer. We could walk. The bishop officiates at the communion this morning, but he is ill; so Mr. Vincent, the vicar, will preach. He's a young clergyman and is said to be as popular with the men of his congregation as with the women. His text to-day for morning service is—No, I'll not tell it to you, but I'm sure you'll find the sermon helpful."
"If you're so anxious to have me go, Jenny, I'll go. But it's to be with you, not because I'm interested in that kind of religion. I don't believe in going to a church every week and whining about being full of sin and iniquity and all that. The people that do it are either hypocrites and don't believe what they are saying, or else it's true, and they ought to go to jail."
Genevieve smiled regretfully. "You and I live in such different worlds.
Will you not try to at least look into mine?"