"I can bear a great deal more than I have had yet. I don't think I shall ever complain. That would be to take myself out of his hands, and I have no hope anywhere else.—Are you any surer about him, sir, than you used to be?"
"At least I hope in him far more," answered Wingfold.
"Is that enough?"
"No. I want more."
"I wish I could come back and tell you that I am alive and all is true."
"I would rather have the natural way of it, and get the good of not knowing first."
"But if I could tell you I had found God, then that would make you sure."
Wingfold could not help a smile:—as if any assurance from such a simple soul could reach the questions that tossed his troubled spirit!
"I think I shall find all I want in Jesus Christ," he said.
"But you can't see him, you know."