He stopped abruptly. Jean was conscious of a distinct shock.
"Missionaries," she said doubtfully, "always seem to me rather uninteresting. Why do people look down upon them so? They do."
"Does our Master? Are His ambassadors nothing to Him? Have we to live as the world would have us, or as Christ would?"
The colour deepened in Jean's cheeks.
"I feel at the present moment that I would go anywhere with you, Leslie. You can be certain of me joining you in anything that you undertake, for I know you must be in the right."
"But you do not feel drawn to mission work abroad?"
Jean clasped her hands round her knees, and gazed thoughtfully into the fire.
"I'm such a beginner," she said at last, "that I hardly know. I'm trying to imagine myself being told to go without you, Leslie. I think if it was God's will for me, I should do it, of course. But I should require very definite assurance about it."
"If we love our Master, His last words ought to have weight with us."
"What were they?"