Well, Aunt Anne gives me the same sort of sense about religion when
I am with her; and yet when I come away, and see how badly other
people handle it, it seems a very dull business."
"That's interesting," said Howard musingly; "but I am really
ashamed to suggest going there. She has asked me so often, and I
have sent such idiotic excuses."
"Oh, you needn't mind that," said Monica; "she isn't a huffy
person. I know she would like to see you--she said to me once that
the idea of coming didn't seem to amuse you, but she seemed
disposed to sympathise with you for that. Just write and say you
would like to go."
"I think I will," said Howard, "and I have another reason why I
should like to go. You know Jack Sandys, your cousin, now my pupil.
He is rather a fascinating youth. His father is parson there, isn't
he?"
"Yes," said Monica; "there are two hamlets, Windlow and Windlow
Malzoy, both in the same parish. The church and vicarage are at
Malzoy; but Frank is rather a terror--my word, how that man talks!
But I like Jack, though I have only seen him half a dozen times--
that reminds me that I must have him to dinner or something--and I
like his sister even better. But I am afraid that Jack may turn out
a bore too--he is rather charming at present, because he says
whatever comes into his head; and it's all quite fresh; but that is
what poor Cousin Frank does--only it's not at all fresh! However,
there's nothing like living with a bore to teach one the merits of
holding one's tongue.
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