"That's right, that's right. Isn't it dreadful!" mourned Dr. Binch. "And take this charlatan Edgar Edgars—this obscene ex-gambler with his disgusting slang! Uh! The hypocrite!"
Joyously they pointed out that this rival artist in evangelism was an ignoramus, that a passer of bogus checks, the other doubtful about the doctrine of the premillennial coming; joyously they concluded that the only intelligent and moral evangelists in America were Dr. Binch, Sister Falconer, and Brother Gantry, and the lunch broke up in an orgy of thanksgiving.
"There's the worst swell-head and four-flusher in America, that Binch, and he's shaky on Jonah, and I've heard he chews tobacco—and then pretending to be so swell and citified. Be careful of him," said Sharon to Elmer afterward, and, "Oh, my dear, my dear!"
