"Do you object
to the word 'Eucharist'?"
"No, I don't object to that, though why you should want a Greek name
when we have a beautiful English name like the Lord's Supper, why you
should want to employ such a barbarism as 'Eucharist' I don't know.
However, if you must use Eucharist, use Eucharist. And now, by wandering
off into a discussion of terminology I forget where we were. Oh yes, you
were on the point of justifying non-communicating attendance by the
needs of human nature."
"I am afraid, my lord, that in a district like St. Agnes' it is
impossible always to ensure communicants for sometimes as many as four
early Lord's Suppers said by visiting priests."
The Bishop's eyes twinkled again.
"Yes, there you rather have me, Mr. Rowley. Four early Lord's Suppers
does sound, I must admit, a little odd."
"Four early Eucharists followed by another for children at half-past
nine, and the parochial sung Mass--sung Eucharist."
"Children?" Dr. Crawshay repeated. "You surely don't let children go to
the Celebration?"
"_Suffer little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not, for of
such is the Kingdom of Heaven_," Father Rowley reminded the Bishop.
"Yes, yes, I happen to have heard that text before. But the devil, Mr.
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