'gibberish'; he heard some of it when
he was in London. It may have been
'gibberish,' but nobody can doubt
Irving's sincerity in thinking it was the
Voice of God. When he couldn't
understand it, he just called it an
'unknown tongue.' Of course he was
considered a heretic. He was put out of
his Church. He died soon after, poor
fellow."

"Doesn't Mr. Roberts's everlasting
arguing about it tire you out?" William
asked.

"Oh no," Dr. Lavendar said, cheerfully;
"when he talks too long I just
shut my eyes; he never notices it!
He's a gentle old soul. When I answer
back--once in a while I really have to
speak up for the Protestant Episcopal
Church--I feel as if I had kicked Danny."
William King grinned. Then he got
up and, drawing his coat-tails forward,
stood with his back to the jug of lilacs
in Dr. Lavendar's fireplace. "Oh, well,
of course it's all bosh," he said, and
yawned; "I was on a case till four
o'clock this morning," he apologized.