“You are both to be sent home in July. Don’t you want to be sent home?”
“I don’t care.” Hill’s voice sounded full of sadness. “There is plenty to do in Turkey.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I am going to convert the Turks first. Then I will go to England.”
“But don’t you want to see your father and mother? And your sisters and brothers?”
“I don’t care! They are all sinners—poor lost sheep—but they do not need me more than the people I see about me. I’ll convert the Turks first.”
“Oh, dear! You shouldn’t say that. What does the Fifth Commandment say?”
“‘Honour thy father and thy mother.’”
“Yes. Then why don’t you follow the Bible?”
I thought Hill was getting into a hot corner, and that a counter-attack was necessary.