Archdeacon into the Inspector ... and the Bishop into--I rather hope he'll
stick to his mitre, Gilbert.

WEDGECROFT. Some Ruskin will arise and make him.

TREBELL. [_As he paces the room and the walls of it fade away to him._] What
a church could be made of the best brains in England, sworn only to learn
all they could teach what they knew without fear of the future or favour to
the past ... sworn upon their honour as seekers after truth, knowingly to
tell no child a lie. It will come.

WEDGECROFT. A priesthood of women too? There's the tradition of service with
them.

TREBELL. [_With the sourest look yet on his face._] Slavery ... not quite
the same thing. And the paradox of such slavery is that they're your only
tyrants.

[_At this moment the bell of the telephone upon the table rings. He
goes to it talking the while._]

One has to be very optimistic not to advocate the harem. That's simple and
wholesome.... Yes?

KENT _comes in._

KENT. Does it work?

TREBELL. [_Slamming down the receiver._] You and your new toy! What is it?