Why did he preach what he did not believe, we asked?
He almost wept! He replied that the children of this world liked fairy-stories and he was paid to tell them.

It was his bread and butter,--would we wish him to have no bread and butter?
We assured him so cruel a thought had no place in our hearts! Then he is amorous--yes! the good fat man is amorous! He would have become a priest, but on close examination of the confessionals he saw there was no possibility of seeing, much less kissing a lady penitent through the grating.

So he gave up that idea! In his form of faith he _can_ kiss, he says,--he _does_ kiss!--always a holy kiss, of course! He is so ingenuous,--so delightfully frank, it is quite charming!" They laughed again.

Sir Philip looked somewhat disgusted.
"What an old brute he must be!" he said.

"Somebody ought to kick him--a holy kick, of course, and therefore more intense and forcible than other kicks." "You begin, Phil," laughed Lorimer, "and we'll all follow suit.