Mr Tremayne understood the drift of his catechumen.
“An’ it like you, Mistress Blanche, we will leave a moment to make inquiry into that point, till we shall have settled another, of more import to you and me.”
“What is it, Master?”
“Are you willing?”
“Willing that I should be saved eternally? Most assuredly.”
“Then—willing that all the will of God shall be done, in you and by you?”
“The one followeth not the other.”
“I cry you mercy. The King of kings, like other princes, dealeth with His rebels on his own terms.”
Blanche was silent, and, very uncomfortable.
“’Tis time for me to be about my duties. When you shall have fully settled that point of your willingness, Mistress Blanche, and shall have determined that you are thus willing—which God grant!—then, an’ it like you, we will go into the other matter.”