We had not had much religious talk of late years.

To say the truth, since I became an Eton man the religious fervour of my childhood had died out.

A strong belief in the practical power of prayer (especially "when everything else failed") was almost all that remained of that resolution to which Polly had alluded in her letter.

In discussions with her, I took Leo's view of the subject.

I warned her in a common-sense way against being "religious overmuch" (not that I had any definite religious measure in my mind); I laughed at Helen; I indulged a little cheap wit, and made Polly furious, by smart sneers about women and parsons.