He found it impossible to think of her in connection with those denunciations of sinners for which his discourses had been noted.

Some of the sharp old church-members began to complain that his exhortations were losing their pungency.

The truth was, he was preaching for Myrtle Hazard.

He was getting bewitched and driven beside himself by the intoxication of his relations with her.
All this time she was utterly unconscious of any charm that she was exercising, or of being herself subject to any personal fascination.
She loved to read the books of ecstatic contemplation which he furnished her.

She loved to sing the languishing hymns which he selected for her.