“I’ll admit I had a twinge of uneasiness after I came home,” Langmaid confessed.

Hodder smiled at his frankness.

“But that disappeared.”

“Yes, it disappeared.  You seemed to suit ’em so perfectly.  I’ll own up, Hodder, that I was a little hurt that you did not come and talk to me just before you took the extraordinary—­before you changed your opinions.”

“Would it have done any good?” asked the rector, gently.  “Would you have agreed with me any better than you do now?  I am perfectly willing, if you wish, to discuss with you any views of mine which you may not indorse.  And it would make me very happy, I assure you, if I could bring you to look upon the matter as I do.”

This was a poser.  And whether it were ingenuous, or had in it an element of the scriptural wisdom of the serpent, Langmaid could not have said.  As a lawyer, he admired it.

“I wasn’t in church, as usual,—­I didn’t hear the sermon,” he replied.  “And I never could make head or tail of theology—­I always told you that.  What I deplore, Hodder, is that you’ve contrived to make a hornets’ nest out of the most peaceful and contented congregation in America.  Couldn’t you have managed to stick to religion instead of getting mixed up with socialism?”

“So you have been given the idea that my sermon was socialistic?” the rector said.

“Socialistic and heretical,—­it seems.  Of course I’m not much of an authority on heresy, but they claim that you went out of your way to knock some of their most cherished and sacred beliefs in the head.”

“But suppose I have come to the honest conclusion that in the first place these so-called cherished beliefs have no foundation in fact, and no influence on the lives of the persons who cherished them, no real connection with Christianity?  What would you have me do, as a man?  Continue to preach them for the sake of the lethargic peace of which you speak? leave the church paralyzed, as I found it?”

“Paralyzed!  You’ve got the most influential people in the city.”

Hodder regarded him for a while without replying.

“So has the Willesden Club,” he said.

Langmaid laughed a little, uncomfortably.

“If Christianity, as one of the ancient popes is said to have remarked, were merely a profitable fable,” the rector continued, “there might be something in your contention that St. John’s, as a church, had reached the pinnacle of success.  But let us ignore the spiritual side of this matter as non-vital, and consider it from the practical side.  We have the most influential people in the city, but we have not their children.  That does not promise well for the future.  The children get more profit out of the country clubs.  And then there is another question:  is it going to continue to be profitable?  Is it as profitable now as it was, say, twenty years ago?

“You’ve got out of my depth,” said Nelson Langmaid.