'Arnold Bennet, said Paul.
'I thought I knew his face, said Stubbs.
Then the lecturer came in, arranged his papers, and began a lucid exposition of the heresies of the second century. There was a bishop of Bithynia, Paul learned, who had denied the Divinity of Christ, the immortality of the soul, the existence of good, the legality of marriage, and the validity of the Sacrament of Extreme Unction. How right they had been to condemn him!
EPILOGUE
It was Paul's third year of uneventful residence at Scone. Stubbs finished his cocoa, knocked out his pipe and rose to go. 'I must be off to my digs, he said. 'You're lucky staying in college. It's a long ride back to Walton Street on a night like this.
'D'you want to take Von Hugel? asked Paul.
'No, not to‑night. May I leave it till to‑morrow?
Stubbs picked up his scholar's gown and wrapped it round his shoulders. 'That was an interesting paper to‑night about the Polish plebiscites.
'Yes, wasn't it? said Paul.
Outside there was a confused roanng and breaking of glass.