Mrs. Butterworth looked at Winifred keenly, and partially grasped her meaning. "Oh, I hope you'll not look at it that way," she said half soothingly. "It might suit your own feelings better, but what about ours? I have often said," and her eyebrows arched plaintively, "that your singing did me more good than the sermon!" Winifred looked at the worldly, fashionable woman and wondered, not at all cynically, how much good her combined efforts with Doctor Schoolman's had done toward a life-transformation. "I am sorry not to sing," she said sympathetically, "since you enjoyed it so much, I would gladly continue if I could. I cannot. But there is already someone in my place--" Mrs. Butterworth lifted her hand in silent protest. She looked at Winifred reproachfully, and settled her lips as one who should say nothing of the new singer in contrast with her favorite. She shook her head resignedly, and at this moment they were joined by someone else who proffered greetings. Winifred was glad to join Hubert and to slip out as quickly as possible, they both as usual preferring the walk home to the carriage. Frothingham saw them from afar, and inwardly commented upon Hubert's unwonted appearance at church for two consecutive Sundays, and his own consequent loss. He had no mind to join Winifred with Hubert for a third. The two exchanged views of the sermon on the way home. It seemed very strange to hear Hubert speak of it sympathetically. He mentioned some admirable points which he found in the minister's reasoning, and refrained from saying that the change of heart he had himself experienced had not made less hateful to him Doctor Schoolman's affected style. "How did you like the sermon?" he asked Winifred when he had expressed his own opinion. "Oh, I don't know," said Winifred hesitatingly. "He said some lovely things. That illustration from Greek mythology was beautiful. I am sure I shall remember that. But I wish," she added innocently, "that he had said more about the Lord." "So do I," said Hubert decidedly. They walked on in silence for awhile and then Hubert spoke. "I am not a qualified judge of sermons," he said, "but I would a hundred times rather read the Gospel of John." "Are you still reading it?" said Winifred, "Yes." "I wish we might read it together," she said wistfully. "We might," he said. "Shall we begin to-day?" "By all means. But I can't read Greek," she added doubtfully. She had observed the Greek Testament with its fresh markings. He laughed. "But fortunately I can read English," he said. And so it was arranged. CHAPTER VIII NOT OF THE WORLD