He walked home with me to the gate just now, and he was speaking of all the sin in the world, and of how few, how very few people, can be saved, and how many will have to be burned as worthless; and he spoke so beautifully.

He regrets it, Edward, regrets it deeply.
It is a real grief to him." On which Juliana, half in anger, withdrew, and her brother the rector sat back in his chair with smiles rippling all over his saintly face.
For he had been wondering whether it would be possible, even remotely possible, to get his sister to invite the Dumfarthings to high tea at the rectory some day at six o'clock (evening dinner was out of the question), and now he knew within himself that the thing was as good as done.
* * * * * While such things as these were happening and about to happen, there were many others of the congregation of St.Asaph's beside the rector to whom the growing situation gave cause for serious perplexities.
Indeed, all who were interested in the church, the trustees and the mortgagees and the underlying debenture-holders, were feeling anxious.
For some of them underlay the Sunday School, whose scholars' offerings had declined forty per cent, and others underlay the new organ, not yet paid for, while others were lying deeper still beneath the ground site of the church with seven dollars and a half a square foot resting on them.
"I don't like it," said Mr.Lucullus Fyshe to Mr.Newberry (they were both prominent members of the congregation).

"I don't like the look of things.

I took up a block of Furlong's bonds on his Guild building from what seemed at the time the best of motives.

The interest appeared absolutely certain.