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To certain types it is never quite clear what has happened to them until they tell it。 So that now the bishop； punctuated very prettily by Lady Sunderbund； began to measure for the first time the extent of his departure from the old innate convictions of Otteringham Rectory。 He said that it was strange to find doubt coming so late in life； but perhaps it was only in recent years that his faith had been put to any really severe tests。 It had been sheltered and unchallenged。
〃This fearful wa'；〃 Lady Sunderbund interjected。
But Princhester had been a critical and trying change； and 〃The Light under the Altar〃 case had ploughed him deeply。 It was curious that his doubts always seemed to have a double strand； there was a moral objection based on the church's practical futility and an intellectual strand subordinated to this which traced that futility largely to its unconvincing formulae。
〃And yet you know；〃 said the bishop； 〃I find I can't go with Chasters。 He beats at the church； he treats her as though she were wrong。 I feel like a son； growing up； who finds his mother isn't quite so clear…spoken nor quite so energetic as she seemed to be once。 She's right； I feel sure。 I've never doubted her fundamental goodness。〃
〃Yes；〃 said Lady Sunderbund； very eagerly； 〃yes。〃
〃And yet there's this futility。。。。 You know； my dear lady； I don't know what to do。 One feels on the one hand； that here is a cloud of witnesses； great men； sainted men； subtle men； figures permanently historical； before whom one can do nothing but bow down in the utmost humility； here is a great instrument and organizationwhat would the world be without the witness of the church？and on the other hand here are our masses out of hand and hostile； our industrial leaders equally hostile； there is a failure to grip； and that failure to grip is so clearly traceable to the fact that our ideas are not modern ideas； that when we come to profess our faith we find nothing in our mouths but antiquated Alexandrian subtleties and phrases and ideas that may have been quite alive； quite significant； quite adequate in Asia Minor or Egypt； among men essentially orientals； fifteen hundred years ago； but which now？
He expressed just what they came to now by a gesture。
She echoed his gesture。
〃Probably I'm not alone among my brethren；〃 he went on； and then： 〃But what is one to do？〃
With her hands she acted her sense of his difficulty。
〃One may be precipitate；〃 he said。 〃There's a kind of loyalty and discipline that requires one to keep the ranks until one's course of action is perfectly clear。 One owes so much to so many。 One has to consider how one may affectoh！ people one has never seen。〃
He was lugging things now into speech that so far had been scarcely above the threshold of his conscious thought。 He went on to discuss the entire position of the disbelieving cleric。 He discovered a fine point。
〃If there was something else； an alternative； another religion； another Church； to which one could go； the whole case would be different。 But to go from the church to nothingness isn't to go from falsehood to truth。 It's to go from truth； rather badly expressed； rather conservatively hidden by its protections； truth in an antiquated costume； to the blackest liein the world。〃
She took that point very brightly。
〃One must hold fast to 'iligion；〃 she said； and looked earnestly at him and gripped fiercely； pink thumbs out； with her beautiful hands held up。
That was it； exactly。 He too was gripping。 But while on the outside the Midianites of denial were prowling for these clinging souls； within the camp they were assailed by a meticulous orthodoxy that was only too eager to cast them forth。 The bishop dwelt for a time upon the curious fierceness orthodoxy would sometimes display。 Nowadays atheism can be civil； can be generous； it is orthodoxy that trails a scurrilous fringe。
〃Who was that young man with a strong Irish accentwho contradicted me so suddenly？〃 he asked。
〃The dark young man？〃
〃The noisy young man。〃
〃That was Mist' Pat'ick O'Go'man。 He is a Kelt and all that。 Spells Pat'ick with eva so many letters。 You know。 They say he spends ouas and ouas lea'ning E'se。 He wo'ies about it。 They all t'y to lea'n E'se； and it wo'ies them and makes them hate England moa and moa。〃
〃He is orthodox。 Heis what I call orthodox to the ridiculous extent。〃
〃'idiculous。〃
A deep…toned gong proclaimed breakfast over a square mile or so of territory； and Lady Sunderbund turned about mechanically towards the house。 But they continued their discussion。
She started indeed a new topic。 〃Shall we eva； do 'ou think； have a new 'iligiont'ua and betta？〃
That was a revolutionary idea to him。
He was still fending it off from him when a gap in the shrubs brought them within sight of the house and of Mrs。 Garstein Fellows on the portico waving a handkerchief and crying 〃Break…fast。〃
〃I wish we could talk for houas；〃 said Lady Sunderbund。
〃I've been glad of this talk；〃 said the bishop。 〃Very glad。〃
She lifted her soft abundant skirts and trotted briskly across the still dewy lawn towards the house door。 The bishop followed gravely and slowly with his hands behind his back and an unusually peaceful expression upon his face。 He was thinking how rare and precious a thing it is to find intelligent friendship in women。 More particularly when they were dazzlingly charming and pretty。 It was strange； but this was really his first woman friend。 If； as he hoped； she became his friend。
Lady Sunderbund entered the breakfast room in a gusty abundance like Botticelli's Primavera； and kissed Mrs。 Garstein Fellows good…morning。 She exhaled a glowing happiness。 〃He is wondyful；〃 she panted。 〃He is most wondyful。〃
〃Mr。 Hidgeway Kelso？〃
〃No； the dee' bishop！ I love him。 Are those the little sausages I like？ May I take th'ee？ I've been up houas。〃
The dee' bishop appeared in the sunlit doorway。
（5）
The bishop felt more contentment in the London train than he had felt for many weeks。 He had taken two decisive and relieving steps。 One was that he had stated his case to another human being； and that a very charming and sympathetic human being； he was no longer a prey to a current of secret and concealed thoughts running counter to all the appearances of his outward life； and the other was that he was now within an hour or so of Brighton…Pomfrey and a cigarette。 He would lunch on the train； get to London about two； take a taxi at once to the wise old doctor； catch him over his coffee in a charitable and understanding mood； and perhaps be smoking a cigarette publicly and honourably and altogether satisfyingly before three。
So far as Brighton…Pomfrey's door this program was fulfilled without a hitch。 The day was fine and he had his taxi opened； and noted with a patriotic satisfaction as he rattled through the streets； the glare of the recruiting posters on every vacant piece of wall and the increasing number of men in khaki in the streets。 But at the door he had a disappointment。 Dr。 Brighton…Pomfrey was away at the frontof all places； he had gone for some weeks； would the bishop like to see Dr。 Dale？
The bishop hesitated。 He had never set eyes on th