“And my father wants me to interfere?”
“Of course—you’re a clergyman.”
“Well, I’m not going to.”
“George, don’t talk such nonsense. Why, you’ve been complaining about your father’s disrespect for your priesthood, and now when he’s showing you that he does respect it——”
“He’s showing it no respect if he thinks I’d interfere in a case like this.”
“But surely you’ve a right—Gervase is your brother and he doesn’t ever come to your church.”
“I think it would be unwise for me to be my brother’s confessor.”
“It would be ridiculous. Whoever thought of such a thing?”
“Then why shouldn’t he go to Luce?—and as for my church, he hasn’t been to any church for a year, so if Luce can get him to go to his ... or rather if Our Lord can get him to go to Luce’s church....”
“I do hope it won’t rain tomorrow, as I’d thought of going into Hastings by the ’bus.”