“Poor Parkinson,” said Colonel Crofts. “I fear he won’t pass his examination, though the standard of Latin and Greek is deplorably low. But if he doesn’t his future father-in-law, who is an undertaker, has promised to take him into the firm, so he will be connected with the church.”
Miss Arbuthnot said he might put “Failed Theological Examination” on his professional cards, like a Babu, and they laughed a good deal about it in a very unclerical way.
“But one thing I do want to ask you,” said Miss Arbuthnot, suddenly becoming serious, “if you will promise not to think it impertinent. Is it all right to go on calling you Colonel? I mean I know you are really a Colonel, but then you are really a clergyman too. What would be right?”
Colonel Crofts said he had rather wondered himself, but he
