Chapter 34

Gordon Mackay in Schuyler Chase's pulpit! To Schuyler's wife it was somewhat as if a rough and shaggy Airedale had taken the place of a sleek greyhound. It wasn't that the Scotsman looked either shaggy or rough--the comparison was not one of externals. But Schuyler, at this moment of entrance, had always given the impression of extreme grace, beauty, and fitness. As he took his seat and covered his eyes with one slender hand he had seemed as one set apart, divinely appointed, to minister in this place. As he lifted…