Science hasn't abolished them, my dear fellow, and I don't think it ever will.' 'It falls to the lot of but few men to encounter them, and of fewer still to entertain them permanently in a cottage at South Tottenham.' 'You are right.' Micklethwaite laughed in a new way, with scarcely any sound; a change Everard had already noticed.

'These two sisters--but I had better not speak about them.

In my old age I have become a worshipper, a mystic, a man of dream and vision.' 'How about worship in a parochial sense ?' inquired Barfoot, smiling.
'Any difficulty of that point ?' 'I conform, in moderation.

Nothing would be asked of me.

There is no fanaticism, no intolerance.