American fiction -- 20th century; Divorce -- Fiction; Married people -- Fiction; Rich people -- Fiction
This had been partly due to the action of the rector of St. Stephen's,
for Constance knew within a few weeks of her first absences from church
that her conduct had been noticed. The curate, Mr. Starkworth,
inquired at the door if there had been illness in the family. Later
the deaconess made a call of friendly observation, in the course of
which it transpired that Mr. Prentiss had observed that Mrs. Stuart no
longer occupied her seat. The culprit did not attempt to explain, and
within a fortnight she received a visit from the rector himself. No
one could have been more affable and reassuring. He established
himself in an easy chair and accepted graciously the cigar which Emil
proffered him. He was a large man of dignified mien and commanding
person, clerical as to his dress and visage, but with a manner of
conversation approximating that of men of the world--an individual
manifestation which was intended to reveal a modern spirit. He was
clearly a person with whom liberties could not be taken, and yet
evidently one who desired to divest his point of view of cant, and to
put religion on a man to man, business basis so far as was consistent
with his sacred calling. He asked genial questions concerning their
domestic welfare, and the progress of the new lumber firm, spoke
shrewdly of local politics in which he supposed that Stuart was
engaged, and sought obviously to give the impression that he was an
all-round man in his sympathies, and that he took an active interest in
temporal matters. When at last there was a favorable pause in the
current of this secular conversation, Mr. Prentiss laid his hands on
his knees, and, bending forward and looking from one to the other in a
friendly way, said with decision:
"I have missed you two young people at church lately."
[Illustration: "I have missed you two young people at church lately."]
Constance winced at the inquiry, and her eyes fell beneath the
clergyman's searching gaze. She could not deny the impeachment, which
was embarrassing. At the same time the color had scarcely mounted to
her cheeks before she felt the force of her defence rising to her
support, and she looked up. She appreciated that it was incumbent on
her, as the active church member, to respond, and she became suddenly
solicitous lest Emil might, and so make matters worse. In truth,
Emil's first impulse had been toward anger. It was one of his maxims
not to submit to browbeating. But what he regarded as the humor of the
proceeding changed his wrath into scorn, and he closed his teeth on his
pipe with the dogged air of a master of the situation willing to be
amused withal. Mr. Prentiss divined in a flash, from the insolence of
this expression, that he had to deal with a hopeless case--so far as
the human soul can ever seem hopeless to the missionary--a contemptuous
materialist, and his own countenance grew grave as he turned back to
the wife.
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