“But now,” said the Rector, with an answering smile, “tell me, what did Jesus Christ for me?”
“He is the Saviour,” she said in a low voice.
“Of whom, dear maid?”
Blanche felt rather vague on that point, and the feeling was combined with a conviction that she ought not to be so. She tried to give an answer which could not be contradicted.
“Of them that believe.”
“Certes,” said Mr Tremayne, suppressing a smile, for he saw both Blanche’s difficulty and her attempt to evade it. “But that, look you, landeth us on the self place where we were at aforetime: who be they that believe?”
Blanche wisely determined to commit herself no further.
“Would it please you to tell me, Sir?”
“Dear child, if you heard me to say, touching some man that we both were acquaint withal,—‘I believe in John’—what should you conceive that I did signify?”
“I would account,” said Blanche readily, thinking this question easy to answer, “that you did mean, ‘I account of him as a true man; I trust him; I hold him well worthy of affiance.’”