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When he came to the curious facts concerning the diffusion and variety of the anonymous letters, the Bishop interrupted him: "And Barron tells me he knows nothing of these letters!" "So I hear also." "But, my dear Dornal, if he doesn't, it makes the thing inexplicable! Here we have a woman who comes home dying, and sees one person only Henry Barron to whom she tells her story."
Perhaps all in their different ways and degrees were conscious of change in him: the change wrought insensibly in a man by some high pressure of emotion and responsibility the change that makes a man a leader of his fellows, consecrates and sets him apart. Canon Dornal watched him with a secret sympathy and pity.
At the end of it Canon Dornal and a barrister friend, a devout Churchman, walked back toward the Temple along the Embankment. The walk was very silent, until midway the barrister said abruptly "Is it any plainer to you now, than when Sir Wilfrid began, what authority if any there is in the English Church; or what limits if any there are to private judgment within it?" Dornal hesitated.
And I am sure that he can have no possible objection to my showing you his reply!" He put his hand into his pocket. "By all means, my dear Dornal!" cried the Bishop with a brightening countenance. "We are both his friends, in spite of all that has happened and may happen. By all means, show me the letter." Dornal handed it over.
And throwing one slender leg over the other, while the tips of his long fingers met in a characteristic gesture, the little Bishop stared into the fire before him with an expression of mingled trouble and disgust. Dornal, clearly, was no less unhappy. Drawing his chair close to the Bishop's he described the manner in which the story had reached himself.
"A most unsatisfactory interview! There is nothing for it, I fear, but to send in our report unaltered to the Bishop. I must therefore ask you to append your signatures." All signed, and the meeting broke up. "Do you know at all when the case is likely to come on?" said Dornal to the Dean. "Hardly before November. The Letters of Request are ready.
There was a moment's silence. Then Canon Dornal said: "Many things many different views as we all know, are permitted, must be permitted, nowadays. But the Resurrection is vital!" "The physical fact?" said Meynell gently. His look met that of Dornal; some natural sympathy seemed to establish itself at once between them. "The historical fact.
"Except the Unitarians," said the Professor with emphasis "the deniers of the Incarnation. Arnold drew the line there. So must we." He spoke with a crisp and smiling decision as of one in authority. All kinds of assumptions lay behind his manner. Dornal looked at him with a rather troubled and hostile eye. This whole matter of the coming trial was to him deeply painful.
Then Dornal said: "How will it all affect the trial?" "In the Court of Arches? Technically of course not at all. But it will make all the difference to the atmosphere in which it is conducted. One can imagine how certain persons are already gloating over it what use they will make of it how they will magnify and embroider everything. And such an odious story!
But as Meynell met the sensitive melancholy of his look the Rector remembered that during the preceding year Dornal had lost a little son, a delicate, gifted child, to whom he had been peculiarly attached. And Meynell's quick imagination realized in a moment the haunted imagination of the other the dear ghost that lived there and the hopes that grouped themselves about it.
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