Hyacinth quoted his own speech to the man, and was amazed at the cynical indifference with which he ignored the dilemma.
'Business is one thing,' he said, 'and politics is something entirely different.' Hyacinth lost his temper completely.
'I shall write to the papers,' he said, Vand expose you.

I shall have your speech reprinted, and along with it an account of the way you conduct your business.' A mean, hard smile crossed Mr.Dowling's mouth before he answered: 'Perhaps you don't know that my wife is the Archbishop's niece ?' Hyacinth stared at him.

For a minute or two he entirely failed to understand what Mrs.Dowling's relationship to a great ecclesiastic had to do with the question.

At last a light broke on him.
'You mean that an editor wouldn't print my letter because he would be afraid of offending a Roman Catholic Archbishop ?' The expression 'Roman Catholic' caught Mr.Dowling's attention.
'Are you a Protestant ?' he asked.

'You are--a dirty Protestant--and you dare to come here into my own house, and insult me and trample on my religious convictions.