This was Mr Sheepshanks, the vicar.

Of course he was quite right to call--indeed it would have been an unpardonable omission had he not done so; at the same time his little furtive movements and professional air of solemnity got on Austin's nerves, and produced a sense of irritation that was certainly not conducive to his well-being.

At last the point was reached to which the vicar had been gradually leading up, and he suggested that, now that it had pleased Providence to stretch Austin on a couch of pain, it was advisable that he should think about making his peace with God.
"Make my peace with God ?" repeated Austin, opening his eyes.

"What about?
We haven't quarrelled!" "My dear young friend, that is scarcely the way for a creature to speak of its relations with its Creator," said the vicar, gravely shocked.
"Isn't it ?" said Austin.

"I'm very sorry; I thought you were hinting that I had some grudge against the Creator, and that I ought to make it up.