Theophilus Londonderry had very different material to mould,--an old chapel and some very dull humanity.

Humanity is not a precious metal, but if you know how to use it, it is excellent clay,--a clay not without streaks of gold.
What was Theophilus Londonderry's purpose with his material, his will towards the uncreated world over which his young vitalising spirit was moving?
To save it?
Yes, incidentally; but primarily to express himself by means of it, to set it vibrating to the rhythm of his nature, to set it dancing to a tune of his piping.

Already he was being stamped in gold on Jenny's face.

The coarser face of the world was to wear his smile too.

For the pebble had only been thrown in at New Zion.