"The Good Shepherd gave His life for me."
"Father, I have tried not to listen to you, but I can fight against it no longer. You are right in all you say, and always have been, only—only——"
A pause. The hermit waited in silent joy.
"Only it was so hard to flesh and blood."
"And can you yield yourself to His Will now?"
"I am trying—very hard; I do not even yet know whether I quite can."
"He will help you, dear boy; He knows how hard it is for us weak mortals to overcome self."
"I knew if I had kept well I should have grown up violent, wicked, and cruel, and no doubt have lost my soul. Do you not think so, father?"
"Very likely, indeed."