“I am asking you to untie the knot you tied.”
The old man stared at her, took his glasses off, rubbed them, put them on, and peered into her face to make sure of her. Then he said:
“If that were in my power—and you know perfectly well that it is not—it would be a violation of all that I hold sacred in matrimony.”
“Just what do you hold sacred, Doctor Mosely?”
“Dear, dear, this will never do. Really, I don't wish to take advantage of my cloth, but, really, you know, Charity, you have been taught better than to snap at the clergy like that.”
“Forgive me; I'm excited, not irreverent. But—well, you don't believe in divorce, do you?”
“I have stated so with all the power of my poor eloquence.”
“Do you believe that the seventh commandment is the least important of the lot?”
“Certainly not!”
“If a man breaks any commandment he ought to do what he can to remedy the evil?”