All the priests he had known were thoroughbreds in their manner and bearing; their self-imposed restraint, self-effacement, absence of all unnecessary gesture, and modulated voices had made them so; but the warmth of this one's underlying nature was as unexpected as it was pleasurable.
"Yes, you have many such," O'Day repeated simply after a slight pause during which his thoughts seemed to have wandered afar.

"And now tell me," he asked, rousing himself to renewed interest, "where your work lies--your real work, I mean.

The mass is your rest." The priest turned quickly.

He wondered if there were a purpose behind the question.

"Oh, among my people," he answered, the slow, even, non-committal tones belying the eagerness of his gesture.
"Yes, I know; but go on.