Mrs. Toller listened with inward disapproval, but the mention of Dizzy's uncle with his patronage and his "place" disarmed her rancour, she being as arrant a snob as ever walked, and she said with much sweetness: "Don't you think, Mr. Stubbs, that the system of patronage adopted by the Established Church is a little--what shall I say?--a little--" "I _do_," said Dizzy with warmth. "I quite agree with you. I think it's perfectly monstrous. Now, look at my old uncle--well, perhaps I oughtn't to let out family secrets--but I assure _you_ that for that old man to be able to present people to livings--though, mind you, he's a very nice old man, and I've nothing to say against him--well, upon my word, it's enough to make you turn Particular Baptist or something--never quite know why Baptists should be more particular than anybody else---oh, I _beg_ your pardon, Mrs. Toller--'pon my word I forgot we weren't of the same way of thinking--clumsy beggar, always putting my foot in it--but you're not what they call a _Particular_ Baptist, are you?" "Certainly not," said Mrs. Toller. "The Particular Baptists were----" "Quite so. Yes, I remember. And I know, of course, that Dr. Toller is a most distinguished leader of religious thought--_everybody_ knows that. I ought to have remembered that he didn't happen to belong to the same Church as I do--stupid of me. But, you know, the truth of it is, Mrs. Toller, that when a man gets up to the top of the tree, well, he may be Archbishop of Canterbury, or a Cardinal or--or a man like your husband, and to a fellow like me who don't follow these things very closely, well, there isn't much difference, don't you know." "You feel that, do you?" said Mrs. Toller, much gratified. "Of course _we_ think so; but church people are usually so bigoted. I'm sure it's a great pleasure to meet a member of the Establishment who is so broad-minded." Dizzy felt that he had completely retrieved his error, and proceeded to amplify his ideas. "I think it's such rot being narrow-minded, don't you know," he said. "Look at the Buddhists. They're just as good as we are. I knew a fellow once who became one. He was fond of a good glass of wine. He had to knock _that_ off, and become a teetotaller. He liked shooting, but he had to give it up, because he said he couldn't take life--he never had taken much before, but he used to hit 'em sometimes by mistake, and he didn't want to run any risks. Of course, he didn't eat meat. Then he hadn't been married very long, and there was a baby he was very fond of. He began to bring that up as a Buddhist too, and fed it on apples and filbert nuts. Don't know what his wife was doing all the time, but it died in a month. _He_ didn't care. He just went on. Now, that's what I call religion, you know, and I should admire that fellow just as much if he were a Mormon or whatever he was. Wouldn't you?"