"If you wanted to give it to Stopford in a sermon you ought to have
chosen a time when he wasn't among the audience," I said.
"For safety, yes," admitted Richmond; "but at these times when I preach,
I care for nothing. I caught his little, hateful, pink-rimmed eyes on me
and my rage against him rose. I felt like those old prophets when they
had to go and give it straight out from the shoulder to the kings that
did evil."
"It was jolly fine," I said. "But what about Stopford?"
"If he would meet me publicly and argue it out----" said Richmond
minimus.