‘We must look into all the corners of the world to know it, sir, and the world has to be riddled or it riddles us.’
‘Ah. Did you ever tell a lie, Gower Woodseer?’
‘I played.’
‘You played. The Lord be thanked you have kept your straight tongue! The Lord can always enter a heart of truth. Sin cannot dwell with it. But you played for gain, and that was a licenced thieving; and that was a backsliding; and there will have to be a climbing up. And what that means, your hold on truth will learn. Touch sin and you accommodate yourself to its vileness. Ay, you love nature. Nature is not anchorage for vessels like men. If you loved the Book you would float in harbour. You played. I do trust you lost.’
‘You have your wish, sir.’
‘To have won their money, Gower! Rather starve.’
‘I did.’
‘Your reason for playing, poor lad?’
‘The reason eludes reason.’
‘Not in you.’