Then he said secretly: --You know the altar wine they keep in the press in the sacristy? --Yes. Cranly, now grave again, slowed his pace and said: --Alone, quite alone. When you told me that night in Harcourt Street those things about your private life, honest to God, Stevie, I was not able to eat my dinner. But as for that opinion, I never found cause to think that the tenth part of learning stood or fell with the clergy: nor could I ever but hold it for a sordid and unworthy speech of any churchman who had a competency left him.