"Thank you."
"Oh, Ellen!"
Chichester went to the door, and Stepton heard the words, "Nobody, you understand," following on a subdued murmuring.
"And Mr. Harding, sir?" said the maid's voice outside.
"Mr. Harding won't come to-day. That will do, Ellen."
The professor heard steps descending. His host shut the door and returned.
"You typed it for your own use?" said Stepton.
"That sermon? Yes. I wished to keep it by me as a record."
He sat down, and poured out the tea.
"A record of an imagined experience. Exactly. Then why not publish?"