"You say that," said Paul, "but why? Because you've a distorted notion of the Church of Rome. Look here, Edith, we won't go into it now, but I tell you that _everything_ I was told about Rome, turns out to be wrong. The more I see, the more I hear, the more I think, the more reasonable it is." "But you can't, can't, can't, give up all you've believed and taught about Jesus." "Dear, one isn't asked to give up anything. Father Vassall believes in Him just as much as you or I or my father. Indeed, he believes more, Edith. I feel that in this place. These people say they believe in Him, but they don't think out what they mean. He is God, Edith, truly, really, altogether God. And if the Baby in the cradle could be God, why shouldn't the Sacrament be Jesus? Why shouldn't he choose that veil as He chose the other? And see what it would mean! There He would be, for our worship, our service, really, bodily, spiritually too. As He was in Bethlehem, He would be the same there for ever. And there is His Church speaking for Him, guarding Him." "How can it speak for Him?" Paul made a characteristic gesture. "'He that heareth you, heareth Me,'" he quoted. "And the first Council--'It seems good to the Holy Ghost, and to us.' Think of the arrogance of that! And St. Paul--'The Church, the Pillar (that is the Upholder), and the Ground (that is the Basis) of the Faith.' The Church, not the Bible. And: 'We have the Spirit of God.'" "Mr. Irving said that of us all in the tent last night." "I know. But 'by their fruits ye shall know them.' Have we unity? And who was teaching Mr. Irving's particular gospel of the fulness of the Spirit, a hundred, no, ten years ago? Whereas the Catholic Church----" He broke off, and loosed her hand. They stood on the fragrant, peaty soil, strewn with brown pine needles, under the crags above the lake, and the further rocks were just breaking through the mist. A faint sound of early singing floated over to them. They listened. Let me come closer to Thee, Jesus, Yes, closer day by day; Let me lean harder on Thee, Jesus, Yes, harder all the way. "Do you know who wrote that?" Paul queried. "No." "A monk, who believed that our Lord was in the Sacrament on the Altar." "Oh, Paul!" "It's true. It's a kind of omen. Edith, do you know I see a sort of vision nowadays. I see Jesus, planning, choosing, endowing His little band, and making them His Church. 'As the Father hath sent Me, even so send I you.' I see that same Church growing all down the years, always misunderstood, always persecuted, always other-worldly at bottom, and always teaching the same one faith. Its voice, His voice; its power, His power; its heart, His heart. And I seem to see Jesus beckoning me there." "Oh, Paul, don't, don't. Pray, pray!"