But how does it define the "Invisible" one?
And what does "faithful" mean?
What if I thought Cromwell and Pierre Leroux infinitely more faithful men in their way, and better members of the "Invisible Church," than the torturer-pedant Laud, or the facing bothways Protestant-Manichee Taylor ?' It was lucky for the life of young Love that the discussion went no further: Argemone was becoming scandalised beyond all measure.

But, happily, the colonel interposed,-- 'Look here; tell me if you know for whom this sketch is meant ?' 'Tregarva, the keeper: who can doubt ?' answered they both at once.
'Has not Mellot succeeded perfectly ?' 'Yes,' said Lancelot.

'But what wonder, with such a noble subject! What a grand benevolence is enthroned on that lofty forehead!' 'Oh, you would say so, indeed,' interposed Honoria, 'if you knew him! The stories that I could tell you about him! How he would go into cottages, read to sick people by the hour, dress the children, cook the food for them, as tenderly as any woman! I found out, last winter, if you will believe it, that he lived on bread and water, to give out of his own wages--which are barely twelve shillings a week- -five shillings a week for more than two months to a poor labouring man, to prevent his going to the workhouse, and being parted from his wife and children.' 'Noble, indeed!' said Lancelot.

'I do not wonder now at the effect his conversation just now had on me.' 'Has he been talking to you ?' said Honoria eagerly.

'He seldom speaks to any one.' 'He has to me; and so well, that were I sure that the poor were as ill off as he says, and that I had the power of altering the system a hair, I could find it in my heart to excuse all political grievance-mongers, and turn one myself.' Claude Mellot clapped his white woman-like hands.
'Bravo! bravo! O wonderful conversion! Lancelot has at last discovered that, besides the "glorious Past," there is a Present worthy of his sublime notice! We may now hope, in time, that he will discover the existence of a Future!' 'But, Mr.Mellot,' said Honoria, 'why have you been so unfaithful to your original?
why have you, like all artists, been trying to soften and refine on your model ?' 'Because, my dear lady, we are bound to see everything in its ideal- -not as it is, but as it ought to be, and will be, when the vices of this pitiful civilised world are exploded, and sanitary reform, and a variety of occupation, and harmonious education, let each man fulfil in body and soul the ideal which God embodied in him.' 'Fourierist!' cried Lancelot, laughing.