You're perfectly at liberty, I mean, to
tell anybody that I've been to see you and to repeat to anybody what I
say. It simply is that I don't care to take on all the work that's being
shoved on to my shoulders without getting the views of those who know the
place well."
"Oh, if it's my views you want," cried Foster, suddenly raising his voice
and almost shouting, "they're easy enough to discover. They are simply
that everything here is abominable, going to wrack and ruin...Now you
know what _I_ think."
He looked down at his manuscript as much as to say, "Well, good
afternoon."
"Going to ruin in what way?" asked Ronder.
"In the way that the country is going to ruin--because it has turned its
back upon God."
There was a pause. Suddenly Foster flung out, "Do you believe in God,
Canon Ronder?"
"I think," said Ronder, "the fact that I'm in the position I'm in----"
"Nonsense," interrupted Foster. "That's anybody's answer. You don't look
like a spiritual man."
"I'm fat, if that's what you mean," said Ronder smiling. "That's my
misfortune."
"If I've been rude," said Foster more mildly, "forgive me.
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