"Oh, the Navy! the Navy!" cried the Parson, rocking.
"But, I don't believe it!" screamed Kit. "Let him prove it! Let him tell us how he's worked it."
The Gentleman walked slowly up and down before the window.
"We needn't enter into that," he said, cold as death.
The Parson launched a slow laughing sneer, terrible to hear.
"What! more gentlemanliness from our Gentleman!"
The words whipped the other's face white.
He stopped in his walk, and lifted slow eyes.
"It may be that I have loved my country better than my God," he said. A smile flashed across his face—"But what a country to be damned for!"
Slowly he came towards the cottage.