Mr. Mince’s righteous anger kindled.
“Reprimand him, by Jove! I pointed out to the fellow the outrageous ingratitude of his conduct, and discharged him promptly from my service.”
“A decisive protest!”
“A well-merited lesson.”
Gabriel smiled at the blooms of a pink azalea.
“Possibly this apostle preaches powerfully,” he said.
“The usual jargon, I believe.”
“I feel inspired to hear him myself.”
Mr. Mince removed his cigar from between his lips, and stared open-mouthed.
“My dear sir, as a gentleman, and as a member of my congregation, you will not countenance such an impostor within the bounds of my parish.”