Stanley indeed felt foolish for at least two reasons. Firstly, he had not checked that this church was the correct one. But that sort of thing wasn't usually a problem. None of the helpful locals who had directed him here had said at any point up till now, 'is this the one you want?'

His second reason for embarrassment was being so callous with this Brennan fellow. Sexual practices, the bishop wants to see you.. He might very well be a papist fop, but he was a brother in Christ, surely that was worthy of consideration, and amicable fellowship? After all, theologically they were very similar. Stanley considered it, and then ignored the thought. If he was Catholic, he'd probably have to go to confession. Thank god he wasn't.

This Brennan chap seemed to be in a hurry to escort him from the building. Stanley needed no urging. He could feel the hidebound stuffiness of Romanism starting to cling to him like a bad smell, much longer and he would start speaking Latin..