things," said Anne. "I shall not withdraw my testimony, and I hope
you will not."

"I don't know," said Cecil. "You see I am expected to attend to
Mrs. Poynsett; and I have seen whist at Dunstone when any dull old
person came there. What a troublesome crooked hand Julius writes--
just like Greek! What's all this? So many services--four on
Sunday, two every day, three on Wednesdays and Fridays! We never
had anything like this at Dunstone."

"It is very superstitious," said Anne.

"Very superfluous, I should say," amended Cecil. "I am sure my
father would consent to nothing of the kind. I shall speak to
Raymond about it."

"Yes," said Anne; "it does seem terrible that a minister should try
to make up for worldly amusements by a quantity of vain ceremonies."

"I wish you would not call him a minister, it sounds like a
dissenter."

"I think ministers their best name, except pastors."

"Both are horrid alike," said Cecil. "I shall teach all the people
to call Julius the Rector. That's better than Mr. Charnock--what
Raymond ought to be."

Anne was struck dumb at this fearful display of worldliness; and
Cecil betook herself to the piano, but the moment her husband