"You do
have a nice gang of them round. There's Candish, for instance. He looks
like an advertisement for a misfit tailor, and he's fairly putrid with
philanthropy."
Elsie gave a quick burst of laughter. Then she pretended to frown.
"Chauncy," she said, "you have the most abominable way of putting
things that I ever heard. What would you say to the youngsters from the
Clergy House that I have in train? They're perfect lambs, and they
love each other like twins. Have you seen them?"
"Oh, yes; I've seen them. They seem to have been brought up on
sterilized milk of the gospel, and to have Jordan water for blood."
"Oh, don't be too sure. You can't tell from a man's looks how red his
blood is, especially if he's a priest. I suppose it's the men that have
to hold themselves in hardest that make the best ministers."
"I dare say," he answered indifferently. "Priest-craft has always been
clever enough to see that unless the things it called sins were natural
and inevitable its occupation would be gone. However, as long as folks
will follow after them they'd be foolish to give up their trade."
"Of course," his wife assented laughingly.
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