“That’s a most extraordinary lad,” said the clergyman.
“There’s a lot of good in him,” responded Smith.
“And you are doing your best to bring it out,” said the clergyman.
“Which way are you going?” said he, when presently with no further adventure we had got through the court.
“To Drury Lane,” said I.
“Ah, down this street. That’s my way too. Will you just come into my house and have a bit of supper?”
Jack never liked accepting invitations, but there was something so friendly and simple-minded about this clergyman that it would almost have seemed rude to say no.
“This is quite a new part of the town to me,” said he, as we walked along. “I suppose you know it well?”
“Yes,” said I, “we lived close here for some months.”
“I wished you lived here still,” he said. “I want workers of your sort in my new parish.”