Stanley's brain was still processing this youth's use of chosen form of address when he was hustled out the door.  The title Mister rather than the more correct Reverend. He was a priest, not a greengrocer.

"Yes. Wait! Wha-"

Slam!

Stanley stood on the step staring at the grain of the heavy main door. What terrible issues with your church? Sins of the body? Had Papal spies corrupted the Parochial Church Council?  He thought about shouting for clarification, but then that Brennan fellow might come back and try to convert him..