Canon Beecher took no notice of Hyacinth's last speech.

He had returned with amazing swiftness and ease from the region of high emotion to the commonplace.

Excursions to the shining peaks of mystical experience are for most men so rare that the glory leaves them with dazzled eyes, and they walk stumblingly for a while along the dull roads of the world.
But Canon Beecher, in the course of his pleading with Hyacinth, had been only in places very well known to him.

The presence chamber of the King was to him also the room of a familiar friend.

It was no breathless descent from the green hill of the cross to the thoroughfare of common life.
'Now, my dear boy,' he said, 'we really must go and talk to my wife and Marion.