Thus also I groaned and said "Amen"-- "like a poor person"-- at what I deemed suitable points, as the rector prayed.
He was not less wise in a sick room than Mrs.Bundle herself.

He contrived to quieten instead of exciting me, and to the sound of his melodious voice reading in soothing monotone from my favourite book of the Bible--the Revelation of St.John the Divine--I finally fell asleep.
When the inspired description of the New Jerusalem ended, and my own dream began, I never knew.

As I dreamed, it seemed a wonderful and beautiful vision, though all that I could ever remember of it in waking hours was the sheerest nonsense.
And this was the beginning of my acquaintance with the Rev.Reginald Andrewes..