"These things， these Victorias and Edwards and so on， are temporary accidents--just as the severance of an Anglican from a Roman communion and a Greek orthodox communion are temporary accidents.You will remark that wise men in all ages have been able to surmount the difficulty of these things.Why？ Because they knew that in spite of all these splits and irregularities and defacements--like the cracks and crannies and lichens on a cathedral wall--the building held good， that it was shelter and security.There is no other shelter and security.And so I come to your problem.Suppose it is true that you have this incidental vision of the militant aspect of God， and he isn't， as you see him now that is，--he isn't like the Trinity， he isn't like the Creed， he doesn't seem to be related to the Church， then comes the question， are you going out for that？ And whither do you go if you do go out？ The Church remains.We alter doctrines not by changing the words but by shifting the accent.We can under腶ccentuate below the threshold of consciousness.""But can we？"
"We do.Where's Hell now？ Eighty years ago it warmed the whole Church.It was--as some atheist or other put it the other day --the central heating of the soul.But never mind that point now.Consider the essential question， the question of breaking with the church.Ask yourself， whither would you go？ To become an oddity！ A Dissenter.A Negative.Self emasculated.The spirit that denies.You would just go out.You would just cease to serve Religion.That would be all.You wouldn't do anything.The Church would go on； everything else would go on.Only you would be lost in the outer wilderness.
"But then--"
Old Likeman leant forward and pointed a bony finger."Stay in the Church and modify it.Bring this new light of yours to the altar."There was a little pause.
"No man，" the bishop thought aloud， "putteth new wine into old bottles."Old Likeman began to speak and had a fit of coughing."Some of these texts--whuff， whuff--like a conjuror's hat--whuff--make 'em--fit anything."
A man-servant appeared and handed a silver box of lozenges into which the old bishop dipped with a trembling hand.
"Tricks of that sort，" he said， "won't do， Scrope--among professionals.
"And besides，" he was inspired； "true religion is old wine--as old as the soul.
"You are a bishop in the Church of Christ on Earth，" he summed it up."And you want to become a detached and wandering Ancient Mariner from your shipwreck of faith with something to explain--that nobody wants to hear.You are going out I suppose you have means？"The old man awaited the answer to his abrupt enquiry with a handful of lozenges.
"No，" said the Bishop of Princhester， "practically--Ihaven't."
"My dear boy！" it was as if they were once more rector and curate."My dear brother！ do you know what the value of an ex-bishop is in the ordinary labour market？""I have never thought of that."
"Evidently.You have a wife and children？""Five daughters."
"And your wife married you--I remember， she married you soon after you got that living in St.John's Wood.I suppose she took it for granted that you were fixed in an ecclesiastical career.
That was implicit in the transaction."
"I haven't looked very much at that side of the matter yet，"said the Bishop of Princhester.
"It shouldn't be a decisive factor，" said Bishop Likeman， "not decisive.But it will weigh.It should weigh...."The old man opened out fresh aspects of the case.His argument was for delay， for deliberation.He went on to a wider set of considerations.A man who has held the position of a bishop for some years is， he held， no longer a free man in matters of opinion.He has become an official part of a great edifice which supports the faith of multitudes of simple and dependant believers.He has no right to indulge recklessly in intellectual and moral integrities.He may understand， but how is the flock to understand？ He may get his own soul clear， but what will happen to them？ He will just break away their supports， astonish them， puzzle them， distress them， deprive them of confidence， convince them of nothing.
"Intellectual egotism may be as grave a sin，" said Bishop Likeman， "as physical selfishness.
"Assuming even that you are absolutely right，" said Bishop Likeman， "aren't you still rather in the position of a man who insists upon Swedish exercises and a strengthening dietary on a raft？""I think you have made out a case for delay，" said his hearer.
"Three months."
The Bishop of Princhester conceded three months.
"Including every sort of service.Because， after all， even supposing it is damnable to repeat prayers and creeds you do not believe in， and administer sacraments you think superstition， nobody can be damned but yourself.On the other hand if you express doubts that are not yet perfectly digested--you experiment with the souls of others...."(5)
The bishop found much to ponder in his old friend's counsels.
They were discursive and many-fronted， and whenever he seemed to be penetrating or defeating the particular considerations under examination the others in the background had a way of appearing invincible.He had a strong persuasion that Likeman was wrong--and unanswerable.And the true God now was no more than the memory of a very vividly realized idea.It was clear to the bishop that he was no longer a churchman or in the generally accepted sense of the word a Christian， and that he was bound to come out of the church.But all sense of urgency had gone.It was a matter demanding deliberation and very great consideration for others.
He took no more of Dale's stuff because he felt bodily sound and slept well.And he was now a little shy of this potent fluid.
He went down to Princhester the next day， for his compromise of an interval of three months made it seem possible to face his episcopal routine again.It was only when he was back in his own palace that the full weight of his domestic responsibilities in the discussion of the course he had to take， became apparent.
