“How various is man! How multiplied his experience, his outlook, his conclusions!”—H. Belloc.

“And every single one of them is right.”—R. Kipling.

“The rational human faith must armour itself with prejudice in an age of prejudices.”—G. K. Chesterton.

CONTENTS

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[CHAPTER I.]
CAMBRIDGE[9]
[CHAPTER II.]
ST. GREGORY’S[21]
[CHAPTER III.]
PLEASANCE COURT[38]
[CHAPTER IV.]
HEATHERMERE[52]
[CHAPTER V.]
DATCHERD AND THE VICAR[62]
[CHAPTER VI.]
THE DEANERY AND THE HALL[80]
[CHAPTER VII.]
VISITORS AT THE DEANERY[102]
[CHAPTER VIII.]
THE VISITORS GO[127]
[CHAPTER IX.]
THE CLUB[142]
[CHAPTER X.]
DATCHERD’S RETURN[167]
[CHAPTER XI.]
THE COUNTRY[189]
[CHAPTER XII.]
HYDE PARK TERRACE[209]
[CHAPTER XIII.]
MOLLY[230]
[CHAPTER XIV.]
UNITY[254]
[CHAPTER XV.]
ARNOLD[270]
[CHAPTER XVI.]
EILEEN[276]
[CHAPTER XVII.]
CONVERSION[286]

CHAPTER I.
CAMBRIDGE.

IT was Trinity Sunday, full of buttercups and cuckoos and the sun. In Cambridge it was a Scarlet Day. In colleges, people struggling through a desert of Tripos papers or Mays rested their souls for a brief space in a green oasis, and took their lunch up the river. In Sunday schools, teachers were telling of the shamrock, that ill-considered and peculiarly inappropriate image conceived by a hard-pressed saint. Everywhere people were being ordained.

Miss Jamison met Eddy Oliver in Petty Cury, while she was doing some house-to-house visiting with a bundle of leaflets that looked like tracts. She looked at him vaguely, then suddenly began to take an interest in him.