“I scantly see that.”
“Maybe you see this?” demanded the stranger, pulling a well-worn Bible from a capacious pocket.
“My sight is sharp enough for so much,” returned Mr Tremayne good-naturedly.
“Well, and I tell you,” said the stranger, poising the open Bible between his hands, “there is no such word as toleration betwixt the two backs of this book!”
The two backs of the book were brought together, by way of emphasising the assertion, with a bang which might almost have been heard to the parsonage.
“There is no such word, I grant you.”
“No, Sir!—and there is no such thing.”
“That hangeth, I take it, on what the word is held to signify.”
“Shall I tell you what it signifieth?”
“Pray you, so do.”