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〃If the church chooses to speak in riddles；〃 said the rationalist。
〃Symbols；〃 said Morrice Deans； 〃need not be riddles；〃 and for a time the talk eddied about this minor issue and the chief labour spokesman and the bishop looked at one another。 The vicar instanced and explained certain apparently insignificant observances； his antagonist was contemptuously polite to these explanations。 〃That's all very pratty；〃 he said。。。。
The bishop wished that fine points of ceremonial might have been left out of the discussion。
Something much bigger than that was laying hold of his intelligence； the realization of a world extravagantly out of hand。 The sky； the wind； the telegraph poles； had been jabbing in the harsh lesson of these men's voices； that the church； as people say； 〃wasn't in it。〃 And that at the same time the church held the one remedy for all this ugliness and contention in its teaching of the universal fatherhood of God and the universal brotherhood of men。 Only for some reason he hadn't the phrases and he hadn't the voice to assert this over their wrangling and their stiff resolution。 He wanted to think the whole business out thoroughly； for the moment he had nothing to say； and there was the labour leader opposite waiting smilingly to hear what he had to say so soon as the bout between the vicar and the rationalist was over。
（6）
That morning in the long galleries of the bishop's imagination a fresh painting had been added。 It was a big wall painting rather in the manner of Puvis de Chavannes。 And the central figure had been the bishop of Princhester himself。 He had been standing upon the steps of the great door of the cathedral that looks upon the marketplace where the tram…lines meet； and he had been dressed very magnificently and rather after the older use。 He had been wearing a tunicle and dalmatic under a chasuble； a pectoral cross； purple gloves； sandals and buskins； a mitre and his presentation ring。 In his hand he had borne his pastoral staff。 And the clustering pillars and arches of the great doorway were painted with a loving flat particularity that omitted nothing but the sooty tinge of the later discolourations。
On his right hand had stood a group of employers very richly dressed in the fashion of the fifteenth century； and on the left a rather more numerous group of less decorative artisans。 With them their wives and children had been shown； all greatly impressed by the canonicals。 Every one had been extremely respectful。
He had been reconciling the people and blessing them and calling them his 〃sheep〃 and his 〃little children。〃
But all this was so different。
Neither party resembled sheep or little children in the least degree。 。
The labour leader became impatient with the ritualistic controversy； he set his tea…cup aside out of danger and leant across the corner of the table to the bishop and spoke in a sawing undertone。 〃You see；〃 he said； 〃the church does not talk our language。 I doubt if it understands our language。 I doubt if we understand clearly where we are ourselves。 These things have to be fought out and hammered out。 It's a big dusty dirty noisy job。 It may be a bloody job before it's through。 You can't suddenly call a halt in the middle of the scrap and have a sort of millennium just because you want it。。。。
〃Of course if the church had a plan；〃 he said； 〃if it had a proposal to make； if it had anything more than a few pious palliatives to suggest； that might be different。 But has it？〃
The bishop had a bankrupt feeling。 On the spur of the moment he could say no more than： 〃It offers its mediation。〃
（7）
Full as he was with the preoccupation of these things and so a little slow and inattentive in his movements； the bishop had his usual luck at Pringle Junction and just missed the 7。27 for Princhester。 He might perhaps have got it by running through the subway and pushing past people； but bishops must not run through subways and push past people。 His mind swore at the mischance； even if his lips refrained。
He was hungry and； tired； he would not get to the palace now until long after nine； dinner would be over and Lady Ella would naturally suppose he had dined early with the Rev。 Morrice Deans。 Very probably there would be nothing ready for him at all。
He tried to think he was exercising self…control； but indeed all his sub…conscious self was busy in a manner that would not have disgraced Tertullian with the eternal welfare of those city fathers whose obstinacy had fixed the palace at Princhester。 He walked up and down the platform； gripping his hands very tightly behind him； and maintaining a serene upcast countenance by a steadfast effort。 It seemed a small matter to him that the placards of the local evening papers should proclaim 〃Lloyd George's Reconciliation Meeting at Wombash Broken up by Suffragettes。〃 For a year now he had observed a strict rule against buying the products of the local press； and he saw no reason for varying this protective regulation。
His mind was full of angry helplessness。
Was he to blame； was the church to blame； for its powerlessness in these social disputes？ Could an abler man with a readier eloquence have done more？
He envied the cleverness of Cardinal Manning。 Manning would have got right into the front of this affair。 He would have accumulated credit for his church and himself。。。。
But would he have done much？。。。
The bishop wandered along the platform to its end； and stood contemplating the convergent ways that gather together beyond the station and plunge into the hillside and the wilderness of sidings and trucks； signal…boxes； huts； coal…pits； electric standards； goods sheds； turntables； and engine…houses； that ends in a bluish bricked…up cliff against the hill。 A train rushed with a roar and clatter into the throat of the great tunnel and was immediately silenced； its rear lights twinkled and vanished； and then out of that huge black throat came wisps of white steam and curled slowly upward like lazy snakes until they caught the slanting sunshine。 For the first time the day betrayed a softness and touched this scene of black energy to gold。 All late afternoons are beautiful； whatever the day has beenif only there is a gleam of sun。 And now a kind of mechanical greatness took the place of mere black disorder in the bishop's perception of his see。 It was harsh； it was vast and strong； it was no lamb he had to rule but a dragon。 Would it ever be given to him to overcome his dragon； to lead it home； and bless it？
He stood at the very end of the platform； with his gaitered legs wide apart and his hands folded behind him； staring beyond all visible things。
Should he do something very bold and striking？ Should he invite both men and masters to the cathedral； and preach tremendous sermons to them upon these living issues？
Short sermons； of course。
But stating the church's attitude with a new and convincing vigour。
He had a vision of the great aisle strangely full and alive and astir。 The organ notes still echoed in the fretted vaulting； as the preacher made his way from the chancel to the pulpit。 The congregation was tense with expectation； and for some reason his mind dwelt for a long time upon th