Grail found even less satisfaction in this than in the other volume.
'A man must have a good deal of time to spare,' he said, with a smile, 'if he spends it on stuff of that kind.' 'Oh, I don't know about that.

You don't need it, but there's plenty of people that do.' 'And that's the kind of thing Bunce gives his children to read, eh ?' 'Yes; he's bringing them up on it.

He's made them learn a secularist's creed, and hears them say it every night.' 'Well, I'm old-fashioned in such matters,' said Grail, not caring to pursue the discussion.

'I'd a good deal rather hear children say the ordinary prayer.' Ackroyd laughed.
'Have you heard any talk,' he asked presently, 'about lectures by a Mr.
Egremont?
He's a son of Bower's old governor.' 'No, what lectures ?' 'Bower tells me he's a young fellow just come from Oxford or Cambridge, and he's going to give some free lectures here in Lambeth.' 'Political ?' 'No.

Something to do with literature.' Ackroyd broke into another laugh--louder this time, and contemptuous.
'Sops to the dog that's beginning to show his teeth!' he exclaimed.