Now the calculations of Reineker, like most calculations, went wrong. He was 400 yards out. His landmark was the church. From the church to the college was 400 yards. A light wind increased the deviation by 20 yards, and from that moment the Reineker and the Scott situation began to have points in common. At this particular point the chest of 0275 Private Scott received the full force of the .305 shell, and he was blown into a thousand bits, which, amongst other things, put an end to the Scott situation. *CHAPTER IX* "The ideal of the English Church has been to provide a resident gentleman for every parish in the Kingdom, and there have been worse ideals."—SHANE LESLIE. Aurelle, arriving for tea at the Mess, found only the padre repairing a magic lantern. "Hullo, messiou," he said, "very glad to see you. I am getting my lantern ready for a sporting sermon to the men of B Company when they come out of the trenches." "What, padre, you preach sermons now with a magic lantern?’ "My boy, I am trying to make the men come; there are too many who keep away. I know very well that the regiment has a good many Presbyterians, but if you could see the Irish regiments—not a man misses going to Mass. Ah, messiou, the Catholic padres have more influence than we have. I ask myself, why? I go every day to the trenches, and even if the men think me an old fool they might at least recognize that I am a sportsman." "The regiment is very fond of you, padre. But, if you don’t mind my saying so, I think that Catholic priests have a special influence. Confession has something to do with it, but their vow of celibacy more, because, in a sort of way, it makes them different from other people. Even the doctor tones down his best stories when Father Murphy dines with us." "But, my boy, I love O’Grady’s stories; I am an old soldier and a man of the world. When I was shooting in Africa a negro queen made me a present of three young negresses." "Padre!" "Oh, I let them go the same day, which annoyed them somewhat. But I don’t see why, after that, I need play Mrs. Grundy in the Mess." One of the orderlies brought some boiling water, and the padre asked Aurelle to make the tea. "When I was married—_not_ that way, messiou; it’s curious that no Frenchman can make tea. Always warm the teapot first, my boy; you cannot make good tea with a cold teapot." "You were talking about your wedding, padre."