"Well," said the Archbishop in his gentle manner, "if God so provide, we must all bide it." "Surely," answered Mr Underhill in his manner, which was blunt and fearless, "God shall never con you thanks [owe you thanks] for this, but rather take the sword from such as will not use it upon his enemies." [Note 2.] Mr and Mrs Rose, Thekla, and Mr Underhill, dined at the sign of the Lamb one day in June. Unfortunately, their conversation turned upon the succession: and owing to the warmth of the weather, or of Mr Edward Underhill, it became rather exciting. Mr Rose was unexpectedly found to hold what that gentleman considered heretical political views: namely, that if the King should die childless, it would be competent to the Gospellers to endeavour to hinder the succession of the Princess Mary in favour of the Princess Elizabeth. This, Underhill hotly protested, would be doing evil that good might come. "And," said he, "if it come to that pass, I myself, though I would a thousand times rather have my Lady Elizabeth to reign, yet would I gird on my sword over my buff jerkin, and fight for the Lady Mary!" Mr Rose shook his head, but did not speak. "Right is right, Thomas Rose!" cried Underhill, somewhat hotly. "Truth, friend," answered he, "and wrong is wrong. But which were the right, and which were the wrong, of these two afore God, perchance you and I might differ." "Differ, forsooth!" cried Underhill again. "Be two and two come to make five? or is there no variance in your eyes betwixt watchet [pale blue] and brasil [red]? The matter is as plain to be seen as Westminster Abbey, if a man shut not his eyes." "I have known men do such things," said Mr Rose, with his quiet smile. "I thank you, my master!" responded Underhill. "So have I." "Now, Ned Underhill, leave wrangling," said Avery. "We be none of us neither prophets nor apostles." "`Brethren, be ye all of one mind,'" repeated Dr Thorpe. "I am ready enough to be of one mind with Rose," said Underhill, "an' he will listen to reason." "That is," answered John, smiling, "an' he will come over to you, and look through your spectacles." "Man o' life! we can't be both right!" cried Underhill, striking his hand heavily on the table. "You may be both wrong, Ned," gently suggested John. "Come, Rose!" said Underhill, cooling as suddenly as he had heated, and holding out his hand. "We are but a pair of fools to quarrel. I forgive you." "I knew not that I quarrelled with you, friend," said Mr Rose, with his quiet smile; "and I have nothing to forgive." But he put his hand in Underhill's readily enough. "You are a better Christian than I, methinks," muttered Underhill, somewhat ashamed. "But you know what a hot fellow I am." "We will both essay to be as good Christians as we can," quietly answered Mr Rose; "and that is, as like Christ as we can. Methinks He scantly gave hot words to Peter, whether the Emperor Tiberius Caesar should have reigned or no."