“Yes. Just so long as we have to hate one cult or sect, because we love another, we’re lost to the whole beauty of the scheme——”
“I quite agree with you,” said the preacher.
“What is your church?” Bellair asked.
“Well, the fact is, I haven’t one,” Fleury said with a smile. “Convictions somewhat similar to that which you have expressed have twice cost me my church. As the church puts it, I am a failure and not to be trusted with regular work——”
“You are going out in the mission-service?”
Bellair was now ashamed, because he had held the other a bit cheaply. The boyish face looked suddenly different to him, as Fleury said:
“No—that is, I have ceased to expound theology. I have come out to make the thought and the act one.”
Bellair was taking on a new conception. His question was a trifle automatic:
“Did you talk out in meeting?”
“Yes. There were a thousand years in the congregation. You know what I mean—only a few of our generation in method of mind.”