“But that reminds me,” he said; “I heard about the Wimbledon concert, and was sorry you did not write to me for a subscription. Lady Merrington told me about the nuns; they spent all their money building a chapel, and had not enough to eat.”
“I didn’t think you would care to subscribe to a convent.”
“Now, why did you think that? Poor devils of nuns, shut up in a convent without enough to eat. Of course I’ll subscribe; I’ll send them a cheque for ten pounds to-morrow.”
This afternoon, whether by accident or design, he said no word that might jar on her religious scruples; he even appeared to sympathise with religious life, and admitted that the world was not much, and to renounce the world was sublime. The conversation paused, and he said, “I think the tea-service suits the room. You hav
