He got his luncheon, went out for a long walk, and returned to dinner at
half past six. While Mrs Jupp was getting him his dinner--a steak and a
pint of stout--she told him that Miss Snow would be very happy to see him
in about an hour's time. This disconcerted him, for his mind was too
unsettled for him to wish to convert anyone just then. He reflected a
little, and found that, in spite of the sudden shock to his opinions, he
was being irresistibly drawn to pay the visit as though nothing had
happened. It would not look well for him not to go, for he was known to
be in the house. He ought not to be in too great a hurry to change his
opinions on such a matter as the evidence for Christ's Resurrection all
of a sudden--besides he need not talk to Miss Snow about this subject to-
day--there were other things he might talk about. What other things?
Ernest felt his heart beat fast and fiercely, and an inward monitor
warned him that he was thinking of anything rather than of Miss Snow's
soul.
What should he do? Fly, fly, fly--it was the only safety. But would
Christ have fled? Even though Christ had not died and risen from the
dead there could be no question that He was the model whose example we
were bound to follow.
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