Hippanthigh: I cannot.
Sladder: You can't just say to me and my daughter that you believe in eternal punishment, and leave me to go over to Axminster and put it right with the bishop?
Hippanthigh: I cannot say what I do not believe.
Sladder: Think. The bishop probably doesn't believe it himself. But you've been forcing his hand,—going out of your way to.
Hippanthigh: I cannot say it.
Sladder (rising): Mr. Hippanthigh, there's two kinds of men, those that succeed, those that don't. I know no other kind. You ...
Hippanthigh: I cannot go against my conscience.
Sladder: I don't care what your reason is. You are the second kind. I am sorry my daughter ever loved a man of that sort. I am sorry a man of that sort ever entered my house. I was a little, dirty, ragged boy. You make me see what I would be to-day if I had been a man of your kind. I would be dirty and ragged still. (His voice has been rising during this speech.)
[Enter Ermyntrude.
Ermyntrude: Father! What are you saying, father? I heard such loud voices.