CATHEDRAL. Spy-Wednesday—Evening Office of Tenebrae, at 5½ o'clock.

if the whole atmosphere were converted into water

He was an atheist, a rationalist, a medical student of no great distinction, an SP punter, a singer of bawdy songs, an acknowledged expert in matters erotic.

And, cordially, putting a brotherly arm around his visitor, he would blow a breathful of ether in his face.