Pontifex do. He don't know- well I suppose--"
Here a child came in on an errand from some neighbour and
interrupted her, or I can form no idea where or when she would have
ended her discourse. I seized the opportunity to run away, but not
before I had given her five shillings and made her write down my
address, for I was a little frightened by what she said. I told her if
she thought her lodger grew worse, she was to come and let me know.
Weeks went by and I did not see her again. Having done as much as
I had, I felt absolved from doing more, and let Ernest alone as
thinking that he and I should only bore one another.
He had now been ordained a little over four months, but these months
had not brought happiness or satisfaction with them. He had lived in a
clergyman's house all his life, and might have been expected perhaps
to have known pretty much what being a clergyman was like, and so he
did- a country clergyman; he had formed an ideal, however, as
regards what a town clergyman could do, and was trying in a feeble,
tentative way to realise it, but somehow or other it always managed to
escape him.
He lived among the poor, but he did not find that he got to know
them.
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