“What does he believe?”
“He believes a little—he is not sure—that what a man soweth he shall also reap.”
“How do you know what he is or is not sure off? It can't be a matter of interest to you?”
“Those that come of one Father must have interest in one another.”
“How am I to tell we come of one Father—as you call Him? I like to have a thing proved before I believe it. I know neither where I came from, nor where I am going; how then can I know that we come from the same father?”
“I don't know how you're to know it, sir. I take it for granted, and find it good. But there is one thing I am sure of.”
“What is that?”
“That if you were my master's friend you would not rest till you got him to do what was right before he died.”
“I will not be father-confessor to any man. I have enough to do with myself. A good worthy old man like the laird must know better than any other what he ought to do.”
“There is no doubt of that, sir.”