"Yes—and so am I," said Roger.
"He has his Church. He puts that above the State, doesn't he? He wouldn't obey the State against the Church? He wouldn't do what the Church said was wrong because the State said it was right?"
"How could he? Of course he wouldn't," answered Roger.
"Well, I have my Church—inside here." He touched his breast. "I stand where your father does. Why am I more mad than the Archdeacon, Roger?"
"But there's all the difference!"
"Of course there is," said Stabb. "All the difference that there is between being able to do it and not being able to do it—and I know of none so profound."
"There's no difference at all," declared Lynborough. "Therefore—as a good son, no less than as a good friend—you will come and bathe with me to-morrow?"
"Oh, I'll come and bathe, by all means, Lynborough."
"By all means! Well said, young man. By all means, that is, which are becoming in opposing a lady. What precisely those may be we will consider when we see the strength of her opposition."
"That doesn't sound so very unpractical, after all," Stabb suggested to Roger.