Now, I can't think of a better opportunity than this, for you to begin your ministrations. I know the old fellow very well, he has always been a respectable hard working man, to whom a few ordinary words of consolation will be all that is requisite. I am convinced that it will not give you the least trouble."
The Provst's request was visibly embarrassing to the young clergyman. The colour came and went quickly in his cheeks, and he began to stammer excuses. He said the Provst had promised to support him at first—till he had had some practice—besides, he was quite unprepared—.
But the Provost interrupted him hastily; "Oh, that has nothing in the world to do with it. You can think over the few words you wish to say on the way. I always do that myself, and, as I said before, a few every day words of consolation will be more than sufficient in this case. Only courage! my friend, and all will come right. The most important thing is to keep the ritual clearly in your mind and not to get confused. Go, and God be with you, dear friend, always rely surely on His blessing."
After these words the curate did not raise any more objections. He left the room quietly and went up to put on his gown.
