Why will men trifle with prophets?
Why will men play with fire?
When will men know that what is done in secret will be published on the house tops?
When will men know that there can be nothing confidential that is wicked?
Observe Gehazi going in to his master as usual, and look at his face; not a sign upon it of any thing having been done that is wrong. Look at his hands—large, white, innocent-looking hands that never doubled their fingers on things that did not belong to them.
Look at Elisha. Fixing his eyes calmly upon Gehazi, he asks:
“Whence comest thou, Gehazi?”
“Thy servant went no whither.”
Gehazi meant it to be understood that he had been on the premises all the time; always within call; the lifting up of a finger would have brought him.