“We shall not permit you to send this church to wreck, Mr. Farrar.”
“God forbid that I should do so! It is my purpose to make Christ Church bigger, stronger, more spiritual than she has been before in all her history.”
“You are a visionary.”
“I am a prophet. You shall see.”
“Very well.”
Westgate rose and discarded the stump of his cigar. “I am not with you; therefore I shall be against you. Let me make that plain.”
“I am sorry. You would have been a splendid comrade in the fight.”
The rector was going on to say something more, but there came a knock at the door leading to the library, and he opened it. Mrs. Tracy stood there with an inquiring look on her face.
“May I ask,” she said, “when this star-chamber session is to end?”
“It is at an end now, Mrs. Tracy,” replied Westgate.