“And leave St. John’s?”
“If you do not understand the people of St. John’s. If it is killing you.”
“They would think me a madman!”
“Does it matter, what they think?”
“It has mattered,” Newbold replied grimly, “a good bit, for eight years!”
“And where has that road brought us, lad?”
Silence.
Low, incisive against the stillness, the Bishop’s voice, “Verily you have had your reward.”
Newbold’s hands dropped to the desk motionless.
“Yet even so, amid the praise of men, there was one man whose praise you never had.”