"You have," cried the Parson fiercely. "Who dares say you've not?"
"I do," said Nelson, dreaming.
"And what would have come to God's world but for you?" shouted the
Parson. "Why, swamped by a pack of rackety French atheists."
Nelson seemed not to hear.
"What is a man advantaged if he gain the whole world, and lose himself?" he whispered.
The Parson gathered the other in his arms.
"Nelson," he said with tender sternness, "if you've wronged the Almighty, you must make Him amends."
"How, Harry?" came the voice from his shoulder.
"Why," said the Parson with a grave smile, "you must arise and smite His enemies."
Slowly Nelson composed himself. A great calm swept over him.