“I wish to make it clear,” he continued, “that in spite of the pain Mr. Hodder’s words of last Sunday have given me, I respect and honour him still, and wish him every success.  But, gentlemen, I think it is plain to all of you that he has changed his religious convictions.  As to the causes through which that change has come about, I do not pretend to know.  To say the least, the transition is a startling one, one for which some of us were totally unprepared.  To speak restrainedly, it was a shock—­a shock which I shall remember as long as I live.

“I need not go into the doctrinal question here, except to express my opinion that the fundamental facts of our religion were contradicted.  And we have also to consider the effect of this preaching on coming generations for whom we are responsible.  There are, no doubt, other fields for Mr. Hodder’s usefulness.  But I think it may safely be taken as a principle that this parish has the right to demand from the pulpit that orthodox teaching which suits it, and to which it has been accustomed.  And I venture further to give it as my opinion—­to put it mildly that others have been as disturbed and shocked as I. I have seen many, talked with many, since Sunday.  For these reasons, with much sorrow and regret, I venture to suggest to the vestry that Mr. Hodder resign as our rector.  And I may add what I believe to be the feeling of all present, that we have nothing but good will for him, although we think we might have been informed of what he intended to do.

“And that in requesting him to resign we are acting for his own good as well as our own, and are thus avoiding a situation which threatens to become impossible,—­one which would bring serious reflection on him and calamity on the church.  We already, in certain articles in the newspapers, have had an indication of the intolerable notoriety we may expect, although I hold Mr. Hodder innocent in regard to those articles.  I am sure he will have the good sense to see this situation as I see it, as the majority of the parish see it.”

Mr. Constable sat down, breathing hard.  He had not looked at the rector during the whole of his speech, nor at Eldon Parr.  There was a heavy silence, and then Philip Goodrich rose, square, clean-cut, aggressive.

“I, too, gentlemen, have had life-long association with this church,” he began deliberately.  “And for Mr. Hodder’s sake I am going to give you a little of my personal history, because I think it typical of thousands of men of my age all over this country.  It was nobody’s fault, perhaps, that I was taught that the Christian religion depended on a certain series of nature miracles and a chain of historical events, and when I went East to school I had more of this same sort of instruction.  I have never, perhaps, been overburdened with intellect, but the time arrived nevertheless when I began to think for myself.  Some of the older boys went once, I remember, to the rector of the school—­a dear old man—­and frankly stated our troubles.  To use a modern expression, he stood pat on everything.  I do not say it was a consciously criminal act, he probably saw no way out himself.  At any rate, he made us all agnostics at one stroke.