Why, there's Mr.Grail thinks in the same way, I believe; at all events, he never goes to church or chapel.

And he's a friend of Mr.Ackroyd's.' 'But we don't know anything about Mr.Grail.' 'We don't know much, but it's quite enough to talk to him for a few minutes to know he's a man that wouldn't say or do anything wrong.' 'He must be a wonderful man, Lydia.' These Sunday conversations were always fruitful of trouble.

Mary was prepared by her morning and afternoon exercises to be more aggressive and uncompromising than usual.

But the present difficulty appeared a graver one than any that had yet risen between them.

Lydia had never spoken in the tone which marked her rejoinder: 'Really, Mary, it's as if you couldn't put faith in no one! You know I don't feel the same as you do about religion and such things, and I don't suppose I ever shall.