'I have, mamma.'
'To what clergyman?'
'To Dr. Calcott of Oxford, and to Dr. Plympton, the rector of the church to which Uncle Strahan goes.'
'What did they say?'
'Dr. Calcott said I had been studying too hard, and wanted a little distraction; he thought I was morbid, and warned me against possible listening to Methodists. Said I was a good fellow, only it was a mistake to try to be too good; the consequence would be a break-down. Whether physical or moral, he did not say; I was left to apprehend both.'
'That is very much as I think myself, only not the fear of break-downs. I see no signs of that in you, my boy. What did the other, Dr.—whom did you say?—what did he tell you?'
'Dr. Plympton. He said he did not understand what I would be at.'
'I agree with him too,' said Mrs. Dallas, laughing a little. Pitt did not laugh.
'I quoted some words to him out of the Bible, and he said he did not know what they meant.'
'I should think he ought to know.'