"Oh, yes. If I told you that I felt it in me to become a preacher, you would l-laugh perhaps."
"You've always had plenty to say, Mark."
"And if, one day, I could stand in the pulpit of such a fane as Westchester, if——"
"Why not?" said Archie.
"I try not to think of that. But those spires and pinnacles—I see them as in a vision."
"What will be your text to-morrow?"
"That verse from Isaiah: 'A man shall be as an hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest.' I shall not t-touch upon the prophetical interpretation. I want to show that any man, the humblest and weakest, may prove a shelter to others."
Archie caught his enthusiasm.
"It is in you, Mark."
"In me, yes; but suppose it won't come out."