You have spent your time not in that practical work of the Church--that work which is done silently by those of her priests who are desirous of doing their duty; you have spent your time, not in this work, but in theorizing, in inventing vain sophistries to put in a book, and so cause people to talk about you; whether they talk well or ill of you, you care not so long as they talk; you have been doing this to gratify your own vanity, instead of doing your duty as a clergyman on behalf of the souls which have been intrusted to your keeping.

Go away--go away! I am ashamed of you; I am ashamed of myself that I was ever foolish enough to allow my name to be associated with yours even for a single day.

I shall never, never again enter the church where you preach.

Go away! Go away!" He stood before her with his hands by his sides as a man suddenly paralyzed might stand.

He had never recovered from the shock produced by her crying of the word "lies! lies! lies!" He was dazed.