"It is full of books and papers."
"What kind of books, Ian?"
"Books that many are reading with an amazing interest, Jessy; and which I have long thought of examining. Huxley and Darwin's works, poor Hugh Miller's 'Investigations,' Bishop Colenso's 'Misconceptions,' Schopenhauer and others——"
"Ian, do not open one of them. There is your Bible. Don't you read a word against it. In a spiritual sense, it is the sun that warms, and the bread that feeds you."
"The intellectual feeling of the critical school of Bible readers ought to be familiar to me, or how can I preach against it, Jessy?"
"You have all the sins mentioned in the Commandments to preach against. The critical school can bear or mend its own sins."
"Let me explain, Jessy. The late Lord Cramer during his long illness read all these questioning, doubting books, and he wrote many refutations of their errors, or at least he believed them to be refutations. I have promised Lady Cramer to examine the papers, and prepare them for publication."
"Ian, do not do it. I entreat you to decline the whole business."
"You are unreasonable, Jessy."
"These men of the Critical School are intellectual giants. Are you strong enough to wrestle with them and not be overcome?"