Principle?
Twaddle! their pockets were what they thought of.

All this talk of principle is rubbish." The rector's face was flushed, and he brought his fist down with emphasis upon the arm of his chair.
"And yet," said John Ward, lifting his thoughtful dark eyes to Dr.Howe's handsome face, "I have always sympathized with a mistaken idea of duty, and I am sure that many Southerners felt they were only doing their duty in fighting for secession and the perpetuation of slavery." "I don't agree with you, sir," said Dr.Howe, whose ideas of hospitality forbade more vigorous speech, but his bushy gray eyebrows were drawn into a frown.
"I think you are unfair not to admit that," John continued with gentle persistence, while the rector looked at him in silent astonishment, and the two young women smiled at each other in the darkness.

("The idea of contradicting father!" Lois whispered.) "They felt," he went on, "that they had found authority for slavery in the Bible, so what else could they do but insist upon it ?" "Nonsense," said Dr.Howe, forgetting himself, "the Bible never taught any such wicked thing.

They believed in states rights, and they wanted slavery." "But," John said, "if they did believe the Bible permitted slavery, what else could they do?
Knowing that it is the inspired word of God, and that every action of life is to be decided by it, they had to fight for an institution which they believed sacred, even if their own judgment and inclination did not concede that it was right.

If you thought the Bible taught that slavery was right, what could you do ?" "I never could think anything so absurd," the rector answered, a shade of contempt in his good-natured voice.
"But if you did," John insisted, "even if you were unable to see that it was right,--if the Bible taught it, inculcated it ?" Dr.Howe laughed impatiently, and flung the end of his cigar down into the bushes, where it glowed for a moment like an angry eye.