She was still in such a state of excitement when she arrived down town that she went direct to her husband's law office. "I like this!" he exclaimed, as, unannounced, she opened the door of his sanctuary. "You might have caught me with one of those good-looking clients of mine." "Oh, Phil!" she cried, "I've got such a piece of news, I couldn't resist coming to tell you. I met Mr. Hodder--and he's changed." "Changed!" Phil repeated, looking up at her flushed face beside him. Instead of a law-book, he flung down a time table in which he had been investigating the trains to a quail shooting club in the southern part of the state: The transition to Mr. Hodder was, therefore, somewhat abrupt. "Why, Nell, to look at you, I thought it could be nothing else than my somewhat belated appointment to the United States Supreme Court. How has Hodder changed? I always thought him pretty decent." "Don't laugh at me," she begged, "it's really serious--and no one knows it yet. He said I might tell you. Do you remember that talk we had at father's, when he first came, and we likened him to a modern Savonarola?" "And George Bridges took the floor, and shocked mother and Lucy and Laureston," supplied Phil. "I don't believe mother really was as much shocked as she appeared to be," said Eleanor. "At any rate, the thing that had struck us--you and me--was that Mr. Hodder looked as though he could say something helpful, if he only would. And then I went to see him afterwards, in the parish house--you remember?--after we had been reading modern criticism together, and he told me that the faith which had come down from the fathers was like an egg? It couldn't be chipped. I was awfully disappointed--and yet I couldn't help liking him, he was so honest. And the theological books he gave me to read--which were so mediaeval and absurd! Well, he has come around to our point of view. He told me so himself." "But what is our point of view, Nell?" her husband asked, with a smile. "Isn't it a good deal like Professor Bridges', only we're not quite so learned? We're just ordinary heathens, as far as I can make out. If Hodder has our point of view, he ought to go into the law or a trust company." "Oh, Phil!" she protested, "and you're on the vestry! I do believe in Something, and so do you." "Something," he observed, "is hardly a concrete and complete theology."