"Bold? Why, what can he do to me?" demanded Angus. "I told him I had been for some years on the press, and that I knew the ins and outs of the Jesuit propaganda there. I told him he was false to the principles under which he had been ordained. I told him that he was assisting to introduce the Romish 'secret service' system into Great Britain, and that he was, with a shameless disregard of true patriotism, using such limited influence as he had to put our beloved free country under the tyranny of the Vatican. I said, that if ever I got a hearing with the British public, I meant to expose him, and all such similar wolves in sheep's clothing as himself." "But--what did he say?" asked Mary eagerly. "Oh, he turned livid, and then told me I was an atheist, adding that nearly all writers of books were of the same evil persuasion as myself. I said that if I believed that the Maker of Heaven and Earth took any pleasure in seeing him perambulate a church with a cross and six wretched little boys who didn't understand a bit what they were doing, I should be an atheist indeed. I furthermore told him I believed in God, who upheld this glorious Universe by the mere expressed power of His thought, and I said I believed in Christ, the Teacher who showed to men that the only way to obtain immortal life and happiness was by the conquest of Self. 'You may call that atheistical if you like,' I said,--'It's a firm faith that will help to keep _me_ straight, and that will hold me to the paths of right and truth without any crosses or candles.' Then I told him that this little village of Weircombe, in its desire for simplicity in forms of devotion, was nearer heaven than he was. And--and I think," concluded Angus, ruffling up his hair with one hand, "that's about all I told him!" Helmsley gave a low laugh of intense enjoyment. "All!" he echoed, "I should say it was enough!" "I hope it was," said Angus seriously, "I meant it to be." And moving to Mary's side, he took up the end of a lace flounce on which she was at work. "What a creation in cobwebs!" he exclaimed--"Who does it belong to, Miss Mary?" "To a very great lady," she replied, working busily with her needle and avoiding the glance of his eyes; "her name is often in the papers." And she gave it. "No doubt you know her?" "Know her? Not I!" And he shrugged his shoulders disdainfully. "But she is very generally known--as a thoroughly bad woman! I _hate_ to see you working on anything for her!" She looked up surprised, and the colour came and went in a delicate flush on her face. "False to her husband, false to her children, and false to herself!" went on Angus hotly--"And disloyal to her king! And having turned on her own family and her own class, she seeks to truckle to the People under pretence of serving _them_, while all the time her sole object is to secure notoriety for herself! She is a shame to England!" "You speak very hotly, sir!" said Helmsley, slowly. "Are you sure of your facts?"