LOVE AND MR. LEWISHAM
not sit in that chair instead of leaning on the back? This is a home—domus—not a debating society—humble in spite of my manifest frauds. . . . That's better. And in the first place I hope—I do so hope"—Chaffery was suddenly very impressive—"that you're not a Dissenter."
"Eh!" said Lewisham, and then, "No! I am not a Dissenter."
"That's better," said Mr. Chaffery. "I'm glad of that. I was just a little afraid— Something in your manner. I can't stand Dissenters. I've a peculiar dislike to Dissenters. To my mind it's the great drawback of this Clapham. You see. . . I have invariably found them deceitful—invariably."
He grimaced and dropped his glasses with a click against his waistcoat buttons. "I'm very glad of that," he said, replacing them. "The Dissenter, the Nonconformist Conscience, the Puritan, you know, the Vegetarian and Total Abstainer, and all that sort of thing, I cannot away with them. I have cleared my mind of cant and formulæ. I've a nature essentially Hellenic. Have you ever read Matthew Arnold?"
"Beyond my scientific reading———"
"Ah! you should read Matthew Arnold—a mind of singular clarity. In him you would find a certain quality that is sometimes a little wanting in your scientific men. They are apt to be a little too phenomenal, you know, a little too objective. Now I seek after noumena. Noumena, Mr. Lewisham! If you follow me———?"
He paused, and his eyes behind the glasses were
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