He turned and walked out of the room without a word.
No word came from her.
He knew that he had left her at exactly the right moment.

She was undoubtedly annoyed by the publication of the book; but that was because she had read some reviews of it, and was, girl-like, under the impression that the murmur of the reviewers was the mighty voice that echoes round the world.

He felt that she would think differently when his real persecution began.

He looked forward with great hope to the result of his real persecution.

She would never hold out against that.
If the bishop would only take action at once and attempt to deprive him of his pastorate, there was nothing that he might not look for.
And then he reflected that on the following Sunday the church would be crowded to the doors.