"I admit that he isn't what you might call orthodox," she said--"not the sort of man who would clothe himself in the rubric, tied on with red tape; but though he may not be a Christian, as we count Christianity, he believes with all his heart in an overruling Power which makes for righteousness." "That is very generous of him," retorted Christopher; "still, I can not for the life of me see that the possession of three or four thousand a year, without the trouble of earning it, gives a man the right to patronize the Almighty." "You are frightfully narrow, Chris." "I know I am, and I am thankful for it.

I had rather be as narrow as a plumbing-line than indulge in the sickly latitudinarianism that such men as Tremaine nickname breadth." "Oh! I am tired of arguing with you; you are too stupid for anything." "But you haven't been arguing--you have only been quoting Tremaine verbatim; and that that may be tiring I can well believe." "Well, you can call it what you like; but by any other name it will irritate you just as much, because you have such a horrid temper.

Your religion may be very orthodox, but I can not say much for its improving qualities; it is the crossest, nastiest, narrowest, disagreeablest sort of religion that I ever came across." And Elisabeth walked away in high dudgeon, leaving Christopher very angry with himself for having been disagreeable, and still angrier with Tremaine for having been the reverse..