The Altar Steps

Compton MacKenzie
The Altar Steps

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Title: The Altar Steps
Author: Compton MacKenzie
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THE ALTAR STEPS
BY
COMPTON MACKENZIE
_Author of "Carnival," "Youth's Encounter," "Poor Relations," etc._

NEW YORK GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY 1922

The only portrait in this book is of one who is now dead

THIS BOOK, THE PRELUDE TO _The Parson's Progress_
I INSCRIBE WITH DEEPEST AFFECTION TO MY MOTHER

_S. Valentine's Day, 1922._

CONTENTS
I The Bishop's Shadow
II The Lima Street Mission
III Religious Education
IV Husband and Wife
V Palm Sunday
VI Nancepean
VII Life at Nancepean
VIII The Wreck
IX Slowbridge
X Whit-Sunday
XI Meade Cantorum
XII The Pomeroy Affair
XIII Wych-on-the-Wold
XIV St. Mark's Day
XV The Scholarship
XVI Chatsea
XVII The Drunken Priest
XVIII Silchester College Mission
XIX The Altar for the Dead
XX Father Rowley
XXI Points of View
XXII Sister Esther Magdalene
XXIII Malford Abbey
XXIV The Order of St. George
XXV Suscipe Me, Domine
XXVI Addition
XXVII Multiplication
XXVIII Division
XXIX Subtraction
XXX The New Bishop of Silchester
XXXI Silchester Theological College
XXXII Ember Days

THE ALTAR STEPS

CHAPTER I
THE BISHOP'S SHADOW
Frightened by some alarm of sleep that was forgotten in the moment of
waking, a little boy threw back the bedclothes and with quick heart and
breath sat listening to the torrents of darkness that went rolling by. He
dared not open his mouth to scream lest he should be suffocated; he
dared not put out his arm to search for the bell-rope lest he should be
seized; he dared not hide beneath the blankets lest he should be kept
there; he could do nothing except sit up trembling in a vain effort to
orientate himself. Had the room really turned upside down? On an
impulse of terror he jumped back from the engorging night and bumped
his forehead on one of the brass knobs of the bedstead. With horror he
apprehended that what he had so often feared had finally come to pass.
An earthquake had swallowed up London in spite of everybody's
assurance that London could not be swallowed up by earthquakes. He
was going down down to smoke and fire . . . or was it the end of the
world? The quick and the dead . . . skeletons . . . thousands and
thousands of skeletons. . . .
"Guardian Angel!" he shrieked.
Now surely that Guardian Angel so often conjured must appear. A shaft
of golden candlelight flickered through the half open door. The little
boy prepared an attitude to greet his Angel that was a compound of the
suspicion and courtesy with which he would have welcomed a new
governess and the admiring fellowship with which he would have
thrown a piece of bread to a swan.
"Are you awake, Mark?" he heard his mother whisper outside.
He answered with a cry of exultation and relief.
"Oh, Mother," he sighed, clinging to the soft sleeves of her
dressing-gown. "I thought it was being the end of the world."

"What made you think that, my precious?"
"I don't know. I just woke up, and the room was upside down. And first
I thought it was an earthquake, and then I thought it was the Day of
Judgment." He suddenly began to chuckle to himself. "How silly of me,
Mother. Of course it couldn't be the Day of Judgment, because it's night,
isn't it? It couldn't ever be the Day of Judgment in the night, could it?"
he continued hopefully.
Mrs. Lidderdale did not hesitate to reassure her small son on this point.
She had no wish to add another to that long list of nightly fears and
fantasies which began with mad dogs and culminated in the Prince of
Darkness himself.
"The room looks quite safe now, doesn't it?" Mark theorized.
"It is quite safe, darling."
"Do you think I could have the gas lighted when you really must go?"
"Just a little bit for once."
"Only a little bit?" he echoed doubtfully. A very small illumination was
in its eerie effect almost worse than absolute darkness.
"It isn't healthy to sleep with a great deal of light," said his mother.
"Well, how much could I have? Just for once not a crocus, but a tulip.
And of course not a
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