"Why don't you always go to chapel, Mr Holt, and read Howe's 'Living Temple,' and join the Church?"
"There's just the difference between us—I know why I don't do those things. I distinctly see that I can do something better. I have other principles, and should sink myself by doing what I don't recognise as the best."
"I understand," said Esther, as lightly as she could, to conceal her bitterness. "I am a lower kind of being, and could not so easily sink myself."
"Not by entering into your father's ideas. If a woman really believes herself to be a lower kind of being, she should place herself in subjection: she should be ruled by the thoughts of her father or husband. If not, let her show her power of choosing something better. You must know that your father's principles are greater and worthier than what guides your life. You have no reason but idle fancy and selfish inclination for shirking his teaching and giving your soul up to trifles."
"You are kind enough to say so. But I am not aware that I have ever confided my reasons to you."
"Why, what worth calling a reason could make any mortal hang over this trash?—idiotic immorality
