I know you are making yourself miserable about this church-going, and what need is there?
We are going to church, and we can't prevent the carriage going.
If it were on purpose for us it would be different." "But there will be a great deal of nonsense, I know," said Louis, uneasily.

"It seems very much like going to a show place.

I hope I shall be able to ask mamma about it." "As to nonsense," replied Reginald, "when do we have any thing else here ?--you can't make Dashwood of Heronhurst, and I think if you go to hear such beautiful singing, it is more likely to put good thoughts into your head than those lovely singers here; and then, Mr.Perrott is quite a famous man; everybody likes him better than Mr.Burton--you are too scrupulous, Louis.

I think, sometimes, you are guilty of over-conscientiousness." Before Louis could reply, some of their young friends entered the room, and one thing followed another so quickly that Louis had no time to think clearly on the subject till he went to bed; but when all was silent and nothing interfered with his thoughts, his anxious mind ran over all that had passed, and turn it which way he would, it still seemed wrong.

What with this feeling, and the fear of making his grandfather angry, Louis felt very uncomfortable; and then came Reginald's sophistry, and Louis almost argued himself into the belief that his brother was right and he too scrupulous: and when he tried to pray for direction he did not feel sincere, for he was conscious of a wish to go to the church, and a great dread of offending his grandfather.
After some hours' restless consideration, he dropped asleep, having made up his mind to consult his father and mother, and to abide by their counsel.