"To me it would sound like common sense," Daniel demurred, "and I hope that in time you would come round to the same opinion—which would be an impossibility for me , in there —" Fortuitously, they had just crossed over some important new street that had not existed, or had been just a cow-path, in Daniel’s day; but never mind, as looking north he saw Oxford Chapel just where it had always been, and so he was able to thrust his finger at an Anglican church-steeple, which was all he wanted to illustrate his point. "—in that there is no sense to it whatever, only mindless ritual!"