Daniel
[Smiling]: A church that isn't big enough for two little men, Mr. Benfield, must be somewhat crowded for God!
[Benfield cannot trust himself to answer. He jams his hat upon his head, and exits L. Gilchrist is 33. He was a football hero at college, and shows it. He was a gentleman before he went to college, and he has been one ever since, and he shows that, too. What he doesn't show is what one expects in a "reformer"—narrowness, hardness, something forbidding. An ascetic, beyond doubt, self-denial has only made him trim and fit. The goodness that shines in his face is partly good humor. He has honest eyes, with fire in them, and there is strength and zeal back of that—strength and zeal that will leave their mark later. As yet, his exaltation is chiefly in his smile. His great gift is charm—and sympathy. At this moment, he wears no overcoat, and is glowing from the cold. Still smiling, he looks after Benfield.]
Dr. Wadham
[Embarrassed]: Mr. Benfield is a little—ah—a little——
Daniel
Yes; a little.
[Goodkind crosses for his hat, and observes Daniel, who is chafing his wrists.]
Goodkind