“The old light is good enough for me!”
“But it may not be good enough for God! What if Mr. Grant should be his messenger to you and me!”
“A likely thing! A raw student from the hills of Daurside!”
“I cherish a profound hope that he may be in the right. Much good, you know, did come out of Galilee! Every place and every person is despised by somebody!”
“Arctura! He has infected you with his frightful irreverence!”
“If he be a messenger of Jesus Christ,” said Arctura, quietly, “he has had from you the reception he would expect, for the disciple must be as his master.”
Miss Carmichael stood still abruptly. Her face was in a flame, but her words came cold and hard.
“I am sorry,” she said, “our friendship should come to so harsh a conclusion, lady Arctura; but it is time it should end when you speak so to one who has been doing her best for so long to enlighten you! If this be the first result of your new gospel—well! Remember who said, ‘If an angel from heaven preach any other gospel to you than I have preached, let him be accursed!’”
She turned back.
“Oh, Sophia, do not leave me so!” cried Arctura.