Christ would not have fled from Miss Snow; he was
sure of that, for He went about more especially with prostitutes and
disreputable people. Now, as then, it was the business of the true
Christian to call not the righteous but sinners to repentance. It would
be inconvenient to him to change his lodgings, and he could not ask Mrs
Jupp to turn Miss Snow and Miss Maitland out of the house. Where was he
to draw the line? Who would be just good enough to live in the same
house with him, and who just not good enough?
Besides, where were these poor girls to go? Was he to drive them from
house to house till they had no place to lie in? It was absurd; his duty
was clear: he would go and see Miss Snow at once, and try if he could not
induce her to change her present mode of life; if he found temptation
becoming too strong for him he would fly then--so he went upstairs with
his Bible under his arm, and a consuming fire in his heart.
He found Miss Snow looking very pretty in a neatly, not to say demurely,
furnished room. I think she had bought an illuminated text or two, and
pinned it up over her fireplace that morning. Ernest was very much
pleased with her, and mechanically placed his Bible upon the table.
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