He had suggested an English curacy in the vague hope that it might be easier there to forget his hopes and dreams for Ireland.

It seemed to him, too, that a voluntary exile, of which he could not think without pain, might be a kind of atonement for the betrayal of his old enthusiasm.
The Canon followed him to the door when he left.
'My dear boy'-- there was a break in his voice as he spoke--' my dear boy, you have made me very happy.

I am sure that you will not enter upon the work of the ministry from any unworthy motive.

The call will become clearer to you by degrees.

I mean the inward call.