I expect that was deliberate," faltered the other.

"You see, I think people used to be ashamed of their trades sometimes, and wanted to be thought gentlemen." Father Jervis shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, I don't understand it," he said.

"If a man was ashamed of his trade, why did he follow it ?" "I've been thinking," said Monsignor animatedly, "that perhaps it's the new teaching on Vocation that has made the difference.
Once a man understands that his Vocation is the most honourable thing he can do, I suppose----There! who's that man," he interrupted suddenly, "in blue with the badge ?" A tremendous figure was crossing the road just in front of them.
He wore a short, full blue cloak, with a silver badge on the left breast, a tight-fitting cap of the same colour repeating the same badge, and from beneath his cloak in front hung a tunic, with enormous legs in tight blue hose and shoes moving underneath.
"Ah! that's a great man," said the priest.

"He's a Butcher, of course----" "A butcher!" "Yes; that's obvious--it's the blue, for one thing, and the cut, for another.

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