He was suddenly aware that Asa Waring was standing beside him.

“Gentlemen,” said Mr. Waring, “I have listened to this discussion as long as I can bear it with patience.  Had I been told of it, I should have thought it incredible that the methods of the money changers should be applied to the direction and control of the house of God.  In my opinion there is but one word which is suitable for what has passed here to-night, and the word is persecution.  Perhaps I have lived too long I have lived to see honourable, upright men deprived of what was rightfully theirs, driven from their livelihood by the rapacity of those who strive to concentrate the wealth and power of the nation into their hands.  I have seen this power gathering strength, stretching its arm little by little over the institutions I fought to preserve, and which I cherish over our politics, over our government, yes, and even over our courts.  I have seen it poisoning the business honour in which we formerly took such a pride, I have seen it reestablishing a slavery more pernicious than that which millions died to efface.  I have seen it compel a subservience which makes me ashamed, as an American, to witness.”

His glance, a withering moral scorn, darted from under the grizzled eyebrows and alighted on one man after another, and none met it.  Everett Constable coughed, Wallis Plimpton shifted his position, the others sat like stones.  Asa Waring was giving vent at last to the pent-up feelings of many years.

“And now that power, which respects nothing, has crept into the sanctuary of the Church.  Our rector recognizes it, I recognize it,—­there is not a man here who, in his heart, misunderstands me.  And when a man is found who has the courage to stand up against it, I honour him with all my soul, and a hope that was almost dead revives in me.  For there is one force, and one force alone, able to overcome the power of which I speak, —­the Spirit of Christ.  And the mission of the Church is to disseminate that spirit.  The Church is the champion on which we have to rely, or give up all hope of victory.  The Church must train the recruits.  And if the Church herself is betrayed into the hands of the enemy, the battle is lost.

“If Mr. Hodder is forced out of this church, it would be better to lock the doors.  St. John’s will be held up, and rightfully, to the scorn of the city.  All the money in the world will not save her.  Though crippled, she has survived one disgrace, when she would not give free shelter to the man who above all others expressed her true spirit, when she drove Horace Bentley from her doors after he had been deprived of the fortune which he was spending for his fellow-men.  She will not survive another.

“I have no doubt Mr. Parr’s motion to take from Mr. Hodder his living will go through.  And still I urge him not to resign.  I am not a rich man, even when such property as I have is compared to moderate fortunes of these days, but I would pay his salary willingly out of my own pocket rather than see him go . . . .