I puzzled her with scraps of old philosophy, and theological difficulties of venerable standing, and was as proud to discomfit her faith as if my own soul had no stake in the matter.

I fairly drove her to tears about the origin of evil.

Sometimes I would have "Sunday talks" with her in a different spirit, but even then she said I "did her no good," for I would not believe that she could "have anything to repent of." I fancy Mr.Andrewes had asked me to come to him that evening greatly for the purpose of having a "Sunday talk." My father had wished me to be confirmed at home rather than at school, and as Bishops did not hold confirmations at such short intervals then as they do now, an opportunity had only just occurred.

Mr.Andrewes was preparing me, and it was a great annoyance to him that his ill-health obliged him to go away in the middle of his instructions.

I think he was feverish that night.