He heard her in amazement.
"Is it for you, Cynthia," he cried out in his surprise, "the child of a God-fearing house, to mock the outward symbols of my faith ?" "A faith," she laughed, "that is all outward symbols and naught besides; all texts and mournings and nose-twangings." "Cynthia!" he exclaimed, in horror.
"Go your ways, sir," she answered, half in jest, half in earnest.

"What need hath a true faith of outward symbols?
It is a matter that lies between your God and yourself, and it is your heart He will look at, not your coat.

Why, then, without becoming more acceptable in His eyes, shall you but render yourself unsightly in the eyes of man ?" Kenneth's cheeks were flushed with anger.

From the terrace where they walked he let his glance roam towards the avenue that split the park in twain.

Up this at that moment, with the least suspicion of a swagger in his gait, Sir Crispin Galliard was approaching leisurely; he wore a claret-coloured doublet edged with silver lace, and a grey hat decked with a drooping red feather--which garments, together with the rest of his apparel, he had drawn from the wardrobe of Gregory Ashburn.
His advent afforded Kenneth the retort he needed.