"Dick," he said vehemently, "I can't help it. They're right."
"Who are?"
"Roman Catholics."
"Don't be an ass."
"I'm not an ass, or at least not over this. Besides I don't mean that all they say and do is right. Some things obviously can't be. I shall never be a Catholic. But there is no way out of the difficulty about authority."
"No? Well, chuck me over that toffee, and for goodness sake don't say so at Port o' Man."
"But I say, Dick," said Paul earnestly, "do listen. It's worrying me no end. You can't answer the dilemma, either."
"Don't want to," ejaculated the other.
Paul stared at him. "But why not?" he demanded. "Your attitude amazes me, and oddly enough, you are not unlike my father. But anyway that attitude's plainly wrong. There must be a way out. The fellow who says: 'I'm an evangelical, and I won't discuss the question or hear another side,' must be wrong."
Dick grunted.