Hodder resumed his walk more slowly, and in a few minutes reached his rooms in the parish house.

CHAPTER IV

SOME RIDDLES OF THE TWENTIETH CENTURY

I Although he found the complications of a modern city parish somewhat bewildering, the new rector entered into his duties that winter with apostolic zeal.  He was aware of limitations and anomalies, but his faith was boundless, his energy the subject of good-natured comment by his vestry and parishioners, whose pressing invitations’ to dinners he was often compelled to refuse.  There was in John Hodder something indefinable that inflamed curiosity and left it unsatisfied.

His excuse for attending these dinners, which indeed were relaxing and enjoyable, he found in the obvious duty of getting to know the most important members of his congregation.  But invariably he came away from them with an inner sense of having been baffled in this object.  With a few exceptions, these modern people seemed to have no time for friendship in the real meaning of the word, no desire to carry a relationship beyond a certain point.  Although he was their spiritual pastor, he knew less about most of them at the end of the winter than their butlers and their maids.

They were kind, they were delightful, they were interested in him—­he occasionally thought—­as a somewhat anachronistic phenomenon.  They petted, respected him, and deferred to him.  He represented to them an element in life they recognized, and which had its proper niche.  What they failed to acknowledge was his point of view—­and this he was wise enough not to press at dinner tables and in drawing-rooms—­that religion should have the penetrability of ether; that it should be the absorbent of life.  He did not have to commit the banality of reminding them of this conviction of his at their own tables; he had sufficient humour and penetration to credit them with knowing it.  Nay, he went farther in his unsuspected analysis, and perceived that these beliefs made one of his chief attractions for them.  It was pleasant to have authority in a black coat at one’s board; to defer, if not to bend to it.  The traditions of fashion demanded a clergyman in the milieu, and the more tenaciously he clung to his prerogatives, the better they liked it.

Although they were conscious of a certain pressure, which they gently resisted, they did not divine that the radiating and rugged young man cherished serious designs upon them.  He did not expect to transform the world in a day, especially the modern world.  He was biding his time, awaiting individual opportunities.