the first of October. Two dozen of his colleagues, too, were to be enrolled among the ceremoniarii, at least temporarily—and after the event they were to be sent on a lecturing tour to organise the national worship throughout the country.
Of course things would be somewhat sloppy at first, said Mr. Francis; but by the New Year it was hoped that all would be in order, at least in the cathedrals and principal towns.
"It is important," he said, "that this should be done as soon as possible. It is very necessary to make a good impression. There are thousands who have the instinct of worship, without knowing how to satisfy it."
"That is perfectly true," said Oliver. "I have felt that for a long time. I suppose it is the deepest instinct in man."
"As to the ceremonies—" went on the other, with a slightly important air. His eyes roved round a moment; then he dived into his breast-pocket, and drew out a thin red-covered book.
"Here is the Order of Worship for the Feast of Paternity," he said. "I have had it interleaved, and have made a few notes."
He began to turn the pages, and Mabel, with considerable excitement, drew her chair a little closer to listen.
"That is right, sir," said the other. "Now give us a little lecture."
Mr. Francis closed the book on his finger, pushed his plate aside, and began to discourse.
"First," he said, "we must remember that this ritual is based almost entirely upon that of the Masons. Three-
