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Updated: June 17, 2025
Dornal hesitated a moment, and then his blue eyes melted and clouded. "And there was one man there not a Modernist who grieved, like a Modernist, over the future!" "Ah, the future!" said Meynell, throwing his head back. "That is not for you or me not for the bishops, nor for that body which we call the Church that is for England to settle." But another meeting remained.
Dornal could not define it, save that it was a world of reconciled enmities and contradictions. The sense of it alternated with a disagreeable recollection of the table in the Library and the men sitting round it, especially the cherubic face of the Professor; the thought also of the long, signed document which reported the "heresy" of Meynell. He had been quite right to sign it.
The meeting of the Church Council of Upcote was held in the Church House of the village a few days after the Bishop's conversation with Canon Dornal. It was an evening long remembered by those who shared in it.
Dornal was no less free from any stain of mean or scandalous gossip than the Bishop, but his knowledge of the human heart was far deeper, his sympathy far more intimate. It was not only that he scorned the slander, but, hour by hour, he seemed to walk in the same cloud with Meynell. After some further discussion, the Bishop took up Barron's letter again.
"That means, that you take for granted we should have kept our endowments and our churches?" said Canon Dornal. The Dean flushed. "We have been called a nation of shopkeepers," he said vehemently, "but nobody has ever called us a nation of thieves." The Canon was silent.
He caught sight for a moment of the tall form of Fenton, standing at their rear the long face ascetically white, and sternly fixed. He left the Bishop at the gates of the Palace, and went back quickly for Mary. Suddenly he ran into an advancing figure and found his hand grasped by Dornal. The two men gazed at each other. "You were not there?" said Meynell, wondering. "I was."
The Bishop telegraphed "Thank God. Come and see me." France fidgeted a whole morning among his papers, began two or three letters to Meynell, and finally decided that he could write nothing adequate that would not also be hypocritical. Dornal wrote a little note that Meynell put away among those records that are the milestones of life.
"I see there is likely to be a most painful scene at the Church Council meeting which of course will be also one of their campaign meetings the day after to-morrow. Barron declares that he means to challenge Meynell publicly to vindicate his character. Can I do anything?" Dornal did not see anything could be done. The parish was already in open rebellion.
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