"What a suspicious chap you're getting!" smiled Paul. "Do you think she's hiding somewhere?"
"I'm glad she's gone, Percival, because I wanted to speak to you—alone."
"But you promised to sleep."
"Well, I've kept my promise. I've had quite a long doze."
"Very long—ten minutes."
"I can't sleep longer till I've said what I've got to say. Doesn't it say somewhere in the Bible that we ought to confess our sins?"
Paul could now see clearly enough that there was something troubling Hibbert, and that it would only increase the trouble if he were to refuse to answer him. So he answered:
"Of course it does. Let me see—you must know the words as well as I do—'If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.'"
"Yes, those are the words I was trying to think of. I remember them quite well now. The water from the river seems to have got into my brain, and things aren't quite so clear to me now as they used to be, you see."
"That will come all right presently, and things will be quite as clear to you as ever they were. But you mustn't worry, or else they won't."