"You are a queer man, Ian Macrae. Your ideal of Christ has a papistical leaning."
"Nothing of the kind, Jessy. Nothing!"
"The Roman idea is to represent the Redeemer of the World just a baby in the Virgin's arms, or he is the victim on the Cross, or the dead God being prepared for burial. How many paintings do you know representing Christ as the Lord of Life and Death—the co-equal of the God Everlasting? Indeed, if you do happen to find a painting of Christ as a man among men, he is sure to be the least handsome and godlike of all those surrounding him. And you can find comfort in the figure of a boy reading the Book of the Law!"
"Do you know the window?"
"I do. The last time I saw it, Donald was with me. He liked it well. There was a long letter from Donald yesterday."
"I will now dress and take a walk."
"It is raining hard."
"Then I will only go as far as Blackie's, and look over his new books. That is always interesting."
"Don't go out, Ian. Sit with Marion. She has a letter she wants to read to you."
"Jessy, I am seeking the Truth. The search impels me—I cannot rest—I can do nothing else but seek it—not for my life!"