"About two things.
I'll walk back a few blocks with you."
He was excited, rather exalted.
"I'm going in," he announced. "Regimental chaplain. I've got a
year's leave of absence. I'm rather vague about what a chaplain
does, but I rather fancy he can be useful."
"You'll get over, of course. You're lucky. And you'll find plenty
to do."
"I've been rather anxious," Doctor Haverford confided. "I've been
a clergyman so long that I don't know just how I'll measure up as
a man. You know what I mean. I am making no reflection on the
church. But I've been sheltered and - well, I've been looked after.
I don't think I am physically brave. It would be a fine thing,"
he said wryly, "if the chaplain were to turn and run under fire!"
"I shouldn't worry about that."
"My salary is to go on. But I don't like that, either. If I hadn't
a family I wouldn't accept it. Delight thinks I shouldn't, anyhow.
As a matter of fact, there ought to be no half-way measures about
our giving ourselves.
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