He listened, and his heart was hot as he heard; he caught the fire of Garret's enthusiasm, and would then and there have cast adrift from his former life, thrown over Oxford and his studies there--and flung himself heart and soul into the movement now at work in the great, throbbing city, where, for the first time, he found himself.
But when he spoke words such as these Garret smiled and shook his head, though his eyes lighted with pleasure.
"Nay, my son; be not so hot and hasty.

Seest thou not that in this place our work for the time being is well-nigh stopped?
"Not for long," he added quickly, whilst the spark flew from his eyes--"not for long, mind you, ye proud prelates and cardinal.

The fire you have lighted shall blaze in a fashion ye think not of.

The Word of God is a consuming fire.

The sword of the Spirit, the Word of God, pierces the heart and reins of man; and that sword hath been wrested from the scabbard in which it has rusted so long, and the shining of its fiery blade shall soon he seen of all men.
"No," added the priest, after a moment's pause to recover himself and take up the thread of his discourse; "what was done at Paul's Cross yesterday was but a check upon our work.