"Why do you go to Chapel, Huw?" he asked me, still going on with his work. "Because," I said, and then I stopped. Why, indeed? "Yes," he said, and smiling. "Because you want to? Because you like coming? Because your mother and father come? Because your friends are there? Because it is proper to do on Sunday? Because there is nothing else to do? Because you like the singing? To hear me preach? Or because you would fear a visitation of fire during the week if you stayed away? Are you brought by fear or by love?"