Gabriel gave him a smile. Mr. Crane did not know how good a person he was. He thought for a moment. "Not as interesting as your tale," he replied. "Though sad as well, fortunately. I did well in school and got a scholarship to a good Jesuit school. I was an altar boy there, and was captivated by the Mass. I started reading mystics and learning more about the faith... They wanted me to become a Jesuit. Well... I considered becoming a missionary, but the Jesuit fathers, they were so strict and rigid. All about rules. I mean the rules in themselves. Not the impact, or inspiration behind them. And though I liked the studies, I wanted to work with people, ordinary people. So I decided to be a diocesan priest instead. My father was furious..." he said with a laugh, and he shook his head at the memory "I was the only son."