During the fruit season it was also our custom on that day to visit the kitchen-garden after luncheon, where we ate gooseberries, and settled our theological differences.

There is a little low, hot stone seat by one of the cucumber frames on which I never can seat myself now without recollections of the flavour of the little round, hairy, red gooseberries, and of a lengthy dispute which I held there with Mr.
Clerke, and which began by my saying that I looked forward to meeting Rubens "in a better world." I distinctly remember that I could bring forward so little authority for my belief, and the tutor so little against it, that we adjourned by common consent to the Rectory to take Mr.Andrewes' opinion, and taste his strawberries.
I feel quite sure that Mr.Clerke, as well as myself, strongly felt the Rector's influence.

He often said in after-years how much he owed to him for raising his aims and views about the sacred office which he purposed to fill.

He had looked forward to being a clergyman as to a profession towards which his education and college career had tended, and which, he hoped, would at last secure him a comfortable livelihood through the interest of some of his patrons.

But intercourse with the Rector gave a higher tone to his ideas.