"You forget yourself.

At least you forget my view and the view of my Church.
Even were I out of the Church, I should still regard marriage as a sacrament--indissoluble except by death.

The very words--'Whom God hath joined'"-- he became almost oratorical in his warmth--"Surely you would not expect me to use my influence in this parish to undermine the sanctity of the home--to attack our emblem of Christ's union with His Church!" With reproach in his eyes--a reproach that in some way seemed to be bland and mellow, yet with a hurt droop to his handsome head, he went from the room.

Nancy looked after him, longingly, wonderingly.
"The maddening thing is, Aunt Bell, that sometimes he actually has the power to make me believe in him.

But, oh, doesn't Christ's union with his Church have some ghastly symbols!".