"It's the biggest-sized mistake to make me go there."
"But if you went willingly, you would forget all about being made to go," said Rose.
How Bouché laughed! Rose coloured a little, but stood her ground.
"I mean," she said, "the bonds you strive against are the ones that press hard."
"Good beginning," said the cadet, controlling himself. "Go on, Miss Rose."
"Well," she said, "then you need not have laughed at me quite so much. But somebody says, there are two ends to a sermon."
"Only one here," said Bouché, "and that's at the beginning."
"Two ends," Rose went on steadily; "the human and the Divine, the text and the preacher. If you begin with the preacher, one man may not like him, and another one may——"
"That man hasn't reported yet," Bouché interrupted her.
"And it would be just the same," Rose said, "if an angel came and preached to you. Some men would be sure to criticise him, and study the length of his wings."