“The matter hardly admits of discussion I’m afraid. My duty lies before me. Cost what it may it will have to be done.”
“But what possible harm is the man doing?”
The vicar deprecated the question by spreading out his large, strong hands. “We can’t go into that,” he said in a kind tone. “We don’t see eye to eye. Believe me, a matter of this sort doesn’t admit of discussion. Besides it will only excite you. A man has to act in these things as his conscience directs.”
“Yes, of course. But with all submission, one should try to keep a sense of proportion, shouldn’t one?”
“I fully agree.”
“Then why immure a constructive thinker?”
In spite of the watch he was keeping on himself the vicar caught up the phrase almost with passion.
But Brandon held his ground. “In common fairness,” he said, “I feel you ought to read his noble work before you take any action.”
“Words, words, words.”
“Here are words also.” Brandon indicated the open book beside him.