"I see you was hammering away at the Church down at Tankerville." "I just said a word or two." "You was all right, there, Mr.Finn.I can't say as I ever saw very much in your religion; but what a man keeps in the way of religion for his own use is never nothing to me;--as what I keeps is nothing to him." "I'm afraid you don't keep much, Mr.Bunce." "And that's nothing to you, neither, is it, sir ?" "No, indeed." "But when we read of Churches as is called State Churches,--Churches as have bishops you and I have to pay for, as never goes into them--" "But we don't pay the bishops, Mr.Bunce." "Oh yes, we do; because, if they wasn't paid, the money would come to us to do as we pleased with it.

We proved all that when we pared them down a bit.

What's an Ecclesiastical Commission?
Only another name for a box to put the money into till you want to take it out again.
When we hear of Churches such as these, as is not kept up by the people who uses them,--just as the theatres are, Mr.Finn, or the gin shops,--then I know there's a deal more to be done before honest men can come by their own.

You're right enough, Mr.Finn, you are, as far as churches go, and you was right, too, when you cut and run off the Treasury Bench.

I hope you ain't going to sit on that stool again." Mr.Bunce was a privileged person, and Mrs.Bunce made up for his apparent rudeness by her own affectionate cordiality.