What had he done for his
master with the Major, with Jean, and with Pauline?--and the awful
figure of the Crucified seemed to rise before him and rebuke him. He
was wretched: he had resolved over and over again to break out
against those who belonged to the world, to abjure them and all their
works. Somehow or other, though, he had not done it.
"Suppose," said Mrs. Zachariah, "we were to ask the Major here on
Sunday afternoon to tea, and to chapel afterwards."
"Certainly." He was rather pleased with the proposition. He would
be able to bear witness in this way at any rate to the truth.
"Perhaps we might at the same time ask Jean Caillaud, his friend.
Would to God"--his wife started--"would to God," he exclaimed
fervently, "that these men could be brought into the Church of
Christ!"
"To be sure. Ask Mr. Caillaud, then, too."
"If we do, we must ask his daughter also; he would not go out without
her."
"I was not aware he had a daughter. You never told me anything about
her."
"I never saw her till the other evening."
"I don't know anything of her. She is a foreigner too. I hope she
is a respectable young person."
"I know very little; but she is more English than foreign.
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