"What has all that to do with the consecration of my chapel ?" "If you don't consecrate it," answered Wingfold, "it will remain a portion of the universe, a thoroughfare for all divine influences, open as the heavens to every wind that blows.

Consecration--" Here the curate checked himself.

He was going to say--"is another word for congestion,"-- but he bethought himself what a wicked thing it would be, for the satisfaction of speaking his mind, to disturb that of his rector, brooding over a good work.
"But," he concluded therefore, "there will be time enough to think about that.

The scheme is a delightful one.

Apart from it, however, altogether--if you would but read prayers in your own church, it would wonderfully strengthen my hands.