"I'm getting on first-rate, thanks," he said.
"If I can do anythink, sir, to make you better, I would," persisted Peggy, regarding him with anxious, earnest eyes.
"I'm afraid you can't," was the amused rejoinder, "unless you can give me a new inside. India ruins a man's digestion, and plays the dickens with him generally!"
Peggy's blue eyes fairly sparkled with delight.
"Oh, please sir, I knows who will make you new inside. I knows the very One. Please, sir, may I tell you?"
Without waiting for a reply, she went on—
"'Tis the Lord Jesus, sir. He says He'll give us new hearts if we ask of Him. If you go to Him, please sir, He'll make your heart quite well. He will, indeed, for I knows heaps o' people that have had their hearts put right, and I has myself, sir, for I give it into His hands, and He done it. Please, sir, you'll excuse my mentionin' it, but I should like you to get well, and it do seem as if you've got the right illness to be cured. 'Tis just the inside on us that the Lord can cure. For the Bible says, 'A new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within you.'"
She paused for breath, and Captain D'Arcy was so taken aback, that he remained quite silent.
Peggy had said her say and withdrew, excited and trembling at her audacity.
"You've done it, Peggy. You've tolded him where to go, and 'tis his sick heart that be makin' his body bad—he telled me so. Oh, I does hope he'll go and be cured—I does, indeed!"