CHAPTER X.THE DOCTOR AND THE PRIEST.
"I tell thee, priest, if the world were wise They would not wag one finger in your quarrels: Your heaven you promise, but our earth you covet; The Phaetons of mankind, who fire the world Which you were sent by preaching but to warm." Your Saviour came not with a gaudy show, Nor was His kingdom of the world below: The crown He wore was of the pointed thorn In purple He was crucified, not born.
They who contend for place and high degree Are not His sons, but those of Zebedee." -- DRYDEN.
The exalted state of mind which the victorious men had brought home with them did not vanish with sleep.

The same heroic atmosphere was in the house in the morning.

Antonia's face had a brightness upon it that never yet was the result of mere flesh and blood.

When she came into the usual sitting-room, Dare was already there; indeed, he had risen purposely for this hour.

Their smiles and glances met each other with an instantaneous understanding.