Christminster?«
    »O yes. How was that made?«
    »I altered my old one by cutting up all the Epistles and Gospels into
separate brochures, and re-arranging them in chronological order as written,
beginning the book with Thessalonians, following on with the Epistles, and
putting the Gospels much further on. Then I had the volume rebound. My
University friend Mr. -- - but never mind his name, poor boy - said it was an
excellent idea. I know that reading it afterwards made it twice as interesting
as before, and twice as understandable.«
    »H'm!« said Jude, with a sense of sacrilege.
    »And what a literary enormity this is,« she said, as she glanced into the
pages of Solomon's Song. »I mean the synopsis at the head of each chapter,
explaining away the real nature of that rhapsody. You needn't be alarmed: nobody
claims inspiration for the chapter headings. Indeed, many divines treat them
with contempt. It seems the drollest thing to think of the four-and-twenty
elders, or bishops, or whatever number they were, sitting with long faces and
writing down such stuff.«
    Jude looked pained. »You are quite Voltairean!« he murmured.
    »Indeed? Then I won't say any more, except that people have no right to
falsify the Bible! I hate such humbug as could attempt to plaster over with
ecclesiastical abstractions such ecstatic, natural, human love as lies in that
great and passionate song!« Her speech had grown spirited, and almost petulant
at his rebuke, and her eyes moist. »I wish I had a friend here to support me;
but nobody is ever on my side!«
    »But, my dear Sue, my very dear Sue, I am not against you!« he said, taking
her hand, and surprised at her introducing personal feeling into mere argument.
    »Yes you are, yes you are!« she cried, turning away her face that he might
not see her brimming eyes. »You are on the side of the people in the Training
School - at least you seem almost to be! What I insist on is, that to explain
such verses as this: Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women? by
the note: The Church professeth her faith is supremely ridiculous!«
    »Well then, let it be! You make such a personal matter of everything! I am -
only too inclined just now to apply the words profanely. You know you are