He had told him so often that the heart is as divine a gift as the mind, and that to neglect it in the search for God is to seek ruin, but this priest had scarcely seen the application to himself.
He had answered with the old psychological arguments that the suggestions of education accounted for everything.
"I suppose you will cast me off," said the other.
"It is you who are leaving me," said Percy.

"I cannot follow, if you mean that." "But--but cannot we be friends ?" A sudden heat touched the elder priest's heart.
"Friends ?" he said.

"Is sentimentality all you mean by friendship?
What kind of friends can we be ?" The other's face became suddenly heavy.
"I thought so." "John!" cried Percy.

"You see that, do you not?
How can we pretend anything when you do not believe in God?
For I do you the honour of thinking that you do not." Francis sprang up.
"Well---" he snapped.

"I could not have believed--I am going." He wheeled towards the door.
"John!" said Percy again.