New York: Macmillan, 1924. Hardcover first edition - A novel about a clergyman singularly unsuited to have "a cure of souls" in his hands,. "The Canon is not a wicked man, as one ordinarily conceives wickedness. He is well disposed toward everybody. He would like everyone to be happy. But most of all he would like to be happy himself. So about his quiet Rectory in Queningford he builds high walls to shut out the harshness and shrillness of life. Fastidiously, not grossly, he titillates his senses with delights: the air languorous with the perfume of lavender and roses; the comfort of deep-cushioned armchairs; the cool luxury of sleep. Annoyances, however, creep into this paradise. Disregarded duties leave unpleasant little stings. Plain-spoken associates invade the RectorÕs ease. Troublesome curates, sickly parishioners, discordant townsmen, disturb his days." (Atlantic Monthly) 324 pp.