'Ay; so you have said for ever,' broke in Fernando; 'but what authenticates that?'
'The whole course of history,' said Felix. 'There is a great chain of evidence, I know, but I never got it up. I can't tell it you, Fernando; I never wanted it, never even tried to think about the proofs. It is all too sure.'
'But wouldn't a Mahometan say that?' said Fernando.
'If he did, look at the Life of our Lord and of Mahomet together, and see which must be the true Prophet—the Way, the Life, the Truth.'
'That one could do,' said Fernando thoughtfully. 'I say,' as Felix made a movement as if he thought the subject concluded, 'I want to know one thing more. Lance says it is believing all this that makes you—any one I mean—good.'
'I don't know what else should,' said Felix, smiling a little; the question seemed to him so absurd.
'Is it really what makes you go and slave away at that old boss's of yours?'
'Why, that's necessity and my duty,' said Felix.
'And is it what makes this little coon come and spend all his play-hours on a poor fellow with a broken leg? I've been at many schools, and never saw the fellow who would do that.'
'Oh! you are such fun!' cried Lance.