“Idon\'tintend。HaveInottoldyouthatI\'mnotgoingtomarryMr。
Holland?“
“Thatislikeoneofthephraseswhichyougivetoyourfather，sothatthepeoplemightthinkhimclever。Orthodox！Whocaresnowadaysforwhatisdullyorthodox?Whoeverheardofaheroinorthodoxynowadays?Thethingisimpossible。Theremaybe，ofcourse，thousandsoforthodoxheroes，butoneneverhearsanythingofthem。TheplanetsJupiterandSaturnandMercuryandMarsandtherestofthemcomeandgoattheirappointedseasons，andnooneevergivesthemasecondthought，pooroldrespectablethings！butthemomentacometappearsintheskyeveryonerushesouttogazeatit，andthenewspapersdealwithitfromdaytoday，andtheillustratedpapersgiveitsportrait。
Nothingcouldbemoreunorthodoxthanyourcomet。Oh，Phyllis，mychild，don\'ttalknowadaysoforthodoxyortheother——whatdotheycallit?——heterodoxy。Mr。Holland\'snamewillbeineveryone\'smouthforthenextyearatleast，andifhisbishoporafriendlychurchwardenprosecuteshim，andthethingisworkedupproperly，heoughttobebeforethepublicforthenextfiveyears。”
“Oh，Ella！“