Graydon pushed his insubordination no further than making an irreverent face at the doctor, and then addressed himself to the minister during the remainder of the hour.
"We'll arrange it differently next Sunday, Miss Alden," said the doctor, as Madge passed out; "I'll have Mr.Muir sit with me." "Try it," whispered Graydon, "and if you don't fall from grace before meeting is over I'll give you a new trout-pole.

Miss Alden can manage me better than you can." "No doubt, no doubt.

A man must be in a bad way if she couldn't make a saint of him if she undertook it," was the doctor's laughing reply.
Greatly amused, Graydon repeated the words to Madge.

"She won't undertake it in this case," was her brusque comment.

"I have no ambition to enlighten continental heathen, with their superior tolerance of a faith good enough for women and children." "My charming rose has not only a thorn but a theological stiletto in her belt." "It is evident you have never had trouble, Graydon." "Why is it evident ?" "Because you are content with the surface-tide of life." "And you are not ?" "One rarely is when fearing to sink." "What has that to do with faith ?" "Faith can sustain; that's all." "And your faith sustained you ?" "What else was there to sustain when day after day brought, not a choice of pleasures, but the question, Shall I live or die ?" "Poor Madge! Dear Madge! And you didn't let me know.