Gerhardt stepped inside the postern, and Stephen beckoned him into an outhouse, at the moment untenanted.
“What are you going to do?”
“About what?”
“What! Don’t you know you are to be haled before the Bishops? Every body else does.”
“Yes, I have been told so.”
“Are you going to wait for them?” demanded Stephen, with several notes of astonishment in his voice.
“I am going to wait for the Lord.”
“You’ll be a fool if you do!” The tone was compassionate, though the words were rough.
“Never. ‘They shall not be ashamed that wait for Him.’”
“Do you expect Him to come down from Heaven to save you from the Bishops?”