'Ah!' The colonel smiled grimly. 'She might be speaking of you and me.' Esther knew that to have been the fact, but she did not say so. She only asked, 'What do we dissent from, papa?' 'We dissent from the notion that form is more than substance, and the kernel less valuable than the shell.' This told Esther nothing. She was mystified; at the same time, her respect for her father did not allow her to press further a question he seemed to avoid. 'Is Pitt a dissenter, papa?' 'There is no need you should trouble your head with the question of dissent, my child. In England there is an Established Church; all who decline to come into it are there called Dissenters.' 'Does it tire you to have me ask questions, papa?' 'No.' 'Who established the Church there?' 'The Government.' 'What for?' 'Wanted to rule men's consciences as well as their bodies.' 'But a government cannot do that, papa?' 'They have tried, Esther. Tried by fire and sword, and cruelty, and persecution; by fines and imprisonments and disqualifications. Some submitted, but a goodly number dissented, and our family has always belonged to that honourable number. See you do it no discredit. The Gainsboroughs were always Independents; we fought with Cromwell, and suffered under the Stuarts. We have an unbroken record of striving for the right. Keep to your traditions, my dear.' 'But why should a Government wish to rule people's consciences, papa?' 'Power, my dear. As long as men's minds are free, there is something where power does not reach.' 'I should think everybody would _like_ Dissenters, papa?' was Esther's simple conclusion. 'Mrs. Dallas doesn't,' said the colonel grimly. CHAPTER XII. _THE VACATION_.