There was a pause after he had spoken his tactless words.  It was broken by a thrice-repeated cry from Phyllis.

“Lies!  Lies!  Lies!” she cried, facing him, the light of scorn in her eyes.  “I tell you that you have listened to lies; you, a clergyman, have listened to lying gossip, and have repeated that lying gossip to me.  You have listened like a wicked man, and you should be ashamed of your behavior, of your words, your wicked words.  If Ella Linton were wicked, you would be responsible for it in the sight of God.  You, a clergyman, whose duty it is to help the weak ones, to give counsel to those who stand on the brink of danger; you speak your own condemnation if you speak Ella Linton’s.  You have spent your time not in that practical work of the Church—­that work which is done silently by those of her priests who are desirous of doing their duty; you have spent your time, not in this work, but in theorizing, in inventing vain sophistries to put in a book, and so cause people to talk about you; whether they talk well or ill of you, you care not so long as they talk; you have been doing this to gratify your own vanity, instead of doing your duty as a clergyman on behalf of the souls which have been intrusted to your keeping.  Go away—­go away!  I am ashamed of you; I am ashamed of myself that I was ever foolish enough to allow my name to be associated with yours even for a single day.  I shall never, never again enter the church where you preach.  Go away!  Go away!”

He stood before her with his hands by his sides as a man suddenly paralyzed might stand.  He had never recovered from the shock produced by her crying of the word “lies! lies! lies!” He was dazed.  He was barely conscious of the injustice which she was doing him, for he felt that he was not actuated by vanity, but sincerity in all that he had hitherto preached and written regarding the Church.  Still he had not the power to interrupt her in her accusation; he had not the power to tell her that she was falsely accusing him.

When her impassioned denunciation of him had come to an end, and she stood with flaming face, one outstretched hand pointing to the door, he recovered himself—­partially; and curiously enough, his first thought was that he had never seen a more beautiful girl in a more graceful attitude.  She had insulted him grossly; she had behaved as none of the daughters of Philistia would behave in regard to him—­him, a clergyman of the Church of England; but he forgot her insults, her injustice, and his only thought was that she was surely the most beautiful woman in the world.

“I am amazed!” he found words to say at last.  “I am amazed!  I felt certain that you at least would do me justice.  I thought—­”

“I will not listen to you,” she cried.  “Every word you utter increases my self-contempt at having heard you say so much as you have said.  Go away, please.  No, I will go—­I will go.”

And she did go.