Yet Bishop Morehouse was not aware of it.

He held steadily on his way.
"And so I say to the rich among you, and to all the rich, that bitterly you oppress the Master's lambs.

You have hardened your hearts.

You have closed your ears to the voices that are crying in the land--the voices of pain and sorrow that you will not hear but that some day will be heard.

And so I say--" But at this point H.H.Jones and Philip Ward, who had already risen from their chairs, led the Bishop off the platform, while the audience sat breathless and shocked.
Ernest laughed harshly and savagely when he had gained the street.