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Show 12 acquaintanceships. Neither took notice of the stately mansions that lined the Strand. "Are you a Puritan?" The hesitancy in Whiteside's voice announced his discomfort at having asked so direct a question. "I noticed the cut of your uoJ. r , . , . "Yes," the unequivocal and direct answer from Lathrop reassured Whiteside that he had not spoken too direct!y. "I'm not sure what I am," confessed Whiteside. "Why did you come today?" queried Lathrop. "Curiosity, I suppose. My family has always been Anglican from as far back as I can remember," admitted Whiteside, his words weighted with family loyalty. Lathrop thought fondly of his own family. He had been raised Anglican , and he remembered how proud his father was that he and his brother Thomas had decided to go into the Anglican ministry. It 'was he who had broken away. Now he was almost grateful that his father, whom he loved dearly and for whom he had named his eldest son, was no longer living so that he didn't have to contend with possible parental disapproval. "I. think I'm a Puritan in my heart," ventured Whiteside. Lathrop nodded approvingly. "Will you do |