"'Worship him, then,' said the disciples.
"'Of course,' said the Beggar-Man, 'as I worship my mother and my wife and the little blue spring lilies on the hills of Galilee.'
"'No,' they said. 'He's the Second Person of the Trinity. He's the Logos. He's Eternal, Invisible, the Only Wise——'
"And the Beggar-Man used to interrupt them. 'Stop,' he used to say, 'that's beyond me. I can't follow that. One thing I know: whereas——'
"'We've heard all that,' said the disciples, 'that's not enough.'
"'I'm sorry,' said the Beggar-Man. 'It is for me.'"
"Well?" queried Ursula.
And Paul turned round from the window, his eyes meeting hers. "They turned the Beggar-Man out of the Church," he said gravely.
And she would nod back at him, with a little smile. "He went on seeing, though," she would say.
"You're a dear, Ursula," cried Paul.