"But Mr. Calvin," returned John Dexter quickly, "if any one would come to town preaching discontent to Wright & Perry, showing them how to make more money, to enlarge their profits, to rise among their fellow merchants--would you refuse to give him audience in a pulpit?" The Law did not deign to answer the preacher and then Industry took heart to say, pulling its military goatee vigorously, and clearing its dear old throat for a passage at arms: "'Y gory man, there's always been a working class and they've always had to work like sixty and get the worst of it, I guess, and they always will--what say? You can't improve on the way the world is made. And when she's made, she's made--what say? I tell you now, you're wasting your time on that class of people." The antagonists looked into each other's kindly eyes. Industry triumphing in its logic, the minister hunting in his heart for the soft answer that would refute the logic without hurting its author. "Captain," he said, "there was once a wiser than we who went about preaching a new order, spreading discontent with injustice, whose very mother was of the lowest industrial class." "Yes--and you know what happened to Him," sneered the Courts, which are the keystones of government in the structure of civilization. "And," continued the Courts, in a grand and superior voice, "you can't drag business into religion, sir. Religion is one thing and I respect it,"--titters from the listening angels, "--and business is another thing, and we think, sir, that you are trying to mix the insoluble, and as business men who have our own deep religious convictions--" inaudible guffaws from the angels, "--we feel the sacrilege of asking this blatherskite Adams to speak on any subject in so sacred a place as our consecrated pulpit, sir." Hoarse hoots from the angels.