"Do you think so?" said the former speaker questioningly.
"I have noticed," answered the other, "that many, after talking with him, soon leave him, but go away with their lips moving in prayer, and their eyes raised to Heaven."
"So that in thinking less of him, you believe they think more of their King?"
"I am sure of it: I happened to walk beside him a short part of the journey not long ago, and I was struck, not by what he said, but by what he did. He never seemed to think of himself, but was always on the look-out to help others, but in such a quiet way that had I not been watching him closely, I should never have noticed it. It had the effect of making me go and try and do likewise."
[CHAPTER XIV.]
THE LAND OF INDIFFERENCE.
Belthiah and Iddo's path had led them for a long time across a flower-besprinkled plain. There were no hills to mount and no valleys to descend, and their path had for the most part been even and uneventful.
They had not however been free from the enemy. The little sprite, Worry, had more than once taken hold of Belthiah, and had left its wounds visible across her brow: and his comrade, Foreboding, had occasionally thrown her in the way of Despondency, a troublesome enemy, whom she had to fight bravely before overcoming; but she had had seasons of great happiness because of the conscious presence of the King.
Iddo also had had her battles.