And then Mr.Delphin made the adroit answer, that any one who liked could go to church any Sunday, and hear how devoutly this man of peace, Mr.Martens, prays for the arms of the country by land and by sea." "I remember it very well," answered Johnsen, with a smile; "it was just there I joined in the conversation." "Yes; you declared that you would never, if you were ordained, mention the arms of the country in your prayers." "Neither will I; nothing shall ever make me." Rachel looked at him: he was in just the humour she liked to see him.
"I bring this to your recollection," she went on, "because I know now that there are many other duties which fall to the lot of a clergyman, that you will not be able altogether to reconcile with your convictions.
In the course of our conversations you have expressed many decided opinions--for instance, about the Marriage Service, about Absolution, Confirmation, and several other matters; so that it now appears clear to me that you must either give up the idea of being ordained, or else be false to yourself." "False to myself I cannot be," cried he; "I would rather give up my future prospects." "But is that sufficient ?" "I don't understand you, Miss Garman." "Do you think that you would be doing yourself justice by thus evading the responsibility that your convictions give rise to?
If I were a man"-- Rachel drew herself up--"I would go and seek the conflict, and not shirk it." "Neither will I shirk it, Miss Garman," answered Johnsen.
"I hope you won't; there are quite enough who do." She looked towards the house to which they were approaching, and through the open window saw Fanny and Delphin carrying on a flirtation.

Pastor Martens and Madeleine were going towards the croquet lawn, and Jacob Worse stood watching them with a cigar in his mouth.
Rachel turned quickly round to her companion and said, "I don't know anything more despicable than when a man does not dare, either by word or deed, to declare plainly what he feels in his inner consciousness to be in opposition with generally received opinions.

A man who sneaks through life in this manner is, in my opinion, a coward." She went towards the house, and Johnsen remained standing for a moment, and then wandered down the path again, lost in deep thought.
Jacob Worse said to her as she passed him, "Would you like to join the croquet?
I hardly think it is right to leave your cousin to play alone with the chaplain." "I think you might have spared yourself that well-meant remark, Mr.
Worse," answered Rachel, in a tone which made him look at her with astonishment.

"It seems to me, on the contrary, that Madeleine is in very good company--just the company that suits her." "I beg your pardon," answered Worse, good humouredly.

"I did not mean to be indiscreet; but I cannot help feeling that your cousin is in reality of such a lively nature, it is hard for her to find vent for her spirits." "I did not know that Madeleine had such a concealed fund of spirits.