"They say they'll do it, and it's done," was the reply of the military commander.
"And you, Buddle?"
"No; you can't call it enforce," said I; "for they are the meekest, sweetest, and most submissive people I ever met with."
"That's right; I'm glad to hear it," said Mount Huxtable. "And do they really succeed in all the efforts they make?"
"Not a doubt of it," said the Rector, looking rather confused. "The church is entirely different from what it was a year ago; even the service, by some means or other, has got into quite a different order; I find myself walking about in my surplice, and standing up at doxologies, and sometimes attempting to sing the Jubilate after the second lesson, though I never had a voice, and it does not seem to be set to any particular tune. And, in confidence between ourselves, I think they could make me of any religion they chose."
"They're the fittest missionaries for the Mahommedan faith," said Major M'Turk; "such Houris may always count on me for a convert."
The Curate sank into silence.
"You're not afraid of such antagonists, Mount Huxtable?" inquired the Rector.
"I don't think they are at all to be feared as antagonists," he replied, with a smile, as if assured of the victory.
And when we looked at his handsome face, and the glow of true orthodox determination that brightened in his eyes, we were all of the same opinion.