Eldon Parr folded up his newspaper.
“So you are going to Church this morning,” he said.
“Yes. At what time will you be ready?”
“At quarter to eleven. But if you are going to St. John', you will have to start earlier. I'll order a car at half past ten.”
“Where are you going?” She held her breath, unconsciously, for the answer.
“To Calvary,” he replied coldly, as he rose to leave the room. “But I hesitate to ask you to come,—I am afraid you will not find a religion there that suits you.”
For a moment she could not trust herself to speak. The secret which, ever since Friday evening, she had been burning to learn was disclosed ... Her father had broken with Mr. Hodder!
“Please don't order the motor for me,” she said. “I'd rather go in the street cars.”
She sat very still in the empty room, her face burning.
Characteristically, her father had not once mentioned the rector of St. John's, yet had contrived to imply that her interest in Hodder was greater than her interest in religion. And she was forced to admit, with her customary honesty, that the implication was true.