"No, it isn't!" Kingsnorth tried to control his anger. After a pause he continued:
"I want no more of these foolhardy, quixotic actions of yours. I've heard of your visiting these wretched people—going into fever dens. Is that conduct becoming your name? Think a little of your station in life and what it demands."
"I wish YOU did a little more."
"What?" he shouted, all his anger returned.
"There's no need to raise your voice," Angela answered quietly. "I am only a few feet away. I repeat that I wish you thought a little more of your obligations. If you did and others like you in the same position you are in, there would be no such horrible scenes as I saw to-day; a man shot down amongst his own people for speaking the truth."
"You SAW it?" Nathaniel asked in dismay.
"I did. I not only SAW, but I HEARD. I wish you had, too. I heard a man lay bare his heart and his brain and his soul that others might knew the light in them. I saw and heard a man offer up his life that others might know some gleam of happiness in THEIR lives. It was wonderful! It was heroic! It was God-like!"
"If I ever hear of you doing such a thing again, you shall go back to London the next day."
"That sounds exactly as though my dead father were speaking."
"I'll not be made a laughing-stock by you."