It was here too, perhaps, that she and Arthur were in closest sympathy; and every one knew that Arthur, poor old boy, was an agnostic.
And yet this daily pilgrimage--and that light and sweetness it breathed into her aspect!-- So one day he had asked her abruptly why she liked the little church so much, and its sacramental 'goings-on.' 'One wouldn't expect it, you know, darling--from the things you read.' Eugenie had coloured faintly.
'Wouldn't you, papa?
It seems to me so simple.

It's an _Action_--not words--and an action means anything you like to put into it--one thing to me--another to you.

Some day we shall all be tired, shan't we ?--of creeds, and sermons, but never of "This _do,_ in remembrance of Me!'" And she had put up her hand to caress his, with such a timid sweetness of lip, and such a shining of the eye, that he had been silenced, feeling himself indeed in the presence of something he was not particularly well fitted to explore.
Well, if she was inconsequent, she was dear!--and if her mystical fancies comforted and sustained her, nobody should ever annoy or check her in the pursuit of them.

He put a very summary stop to his wife's 'Protestant nonsense,' whenever it threatened to worry Eugenie; though on other occasions it amused him.
* * * * * The landlady in Bernard Street greeted them with particular effusion.
If they had only known, they represented to her--cautious yet not unkindly soul!--the main security for those very long arrears of rent she had allowed her lodger to run up.

Were they now come--at this unusual hour--to settle up with Mr.Fenwick?
If so, her own settling up--sweet prospect!--might be in sight.