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furniture in his best mediaeval Latin. Apparently the effort was
successful, for there were no more manifestations.

"Listen, my boy. You do not part from me this day. Presently we go to
church, and you sit under me where I can keep my eye on you. If you
make one movement towards the door, I descend from the desk or the
pulpit, and take you back there with me."

"I don't want to move," said Godfrey.

"No, but there are others who may want to move you. Then after church
we dine, and after dinner we take a nice walk through the woods arm in
arm. Yes, perhaps we go as far as Lucerne and pay a little visit there,
since this afternoon I have arranged that there is no service."

So Godfrey went to church and sat under the cold, blue glare of the
Pasteur's spectacles, listening to a really eloquent sermon, for his
preaching was excellent. He took his text from the story of Saul and
the witch of Endor, and after dwelling on it and its moral, opened up
the whole problem of the hidden influences which may, and probably do,
affect the human soul. He gave a short but learned account of the
history of demonology throughout the ages, which evidently he had at
his fingers' ends. He distinguished between good and evil spirits, and
while not denying the lawfulness of such research, pointed out the
peril that the seeker ran, since in his quest for the good he might
find the evil. Finally, he demonstrated that there was a sure refuge
from all such demoniacal attacks, which those who suffered from them
had but to seek.

Madame dozed during this sermon. Juliette wondered what had sent her
father down that road, and the little congregation, those of them who
understood, thought it a pleasant change from his usual discourse upon
their sins, since they at least had never practised demonology. But to
Godfrey, to whom, indeed, it was addressed, it brought much comfort,
for in the Pasteur and his pure and beautiful doctrine, he saw a rock
on which he might stand secure, defying Madame Riennes and Eleanor, and
all the hosts of hell behind them.

Then came dinner. It was towards the middle of this meal that Godfrey
began to feel very ill at ease. He fidgeted, he looked towards the
door, he half rose and sat down again.

"Do you perchance wish to go out?" asked the Pasteur, who was keeping
him under constant observation.

"What of it if he does?" interrupted Madame. "Did not Monsieur Godfrey
inform us that he was unwell? Go then, Monsieu