Hope. But I think it would not have hurt him, had he kept pace with us hitherto.
Chris. That is true; but I warrant you he thinks otherwise.
Hope. That I think he doth; but, however, let us tarry for him. So they did.
Chris. Then Christian said to him, "Come away, man; why do you stay so behind?"
Ignor. I take my pleasure in walking alone, even more a great deal than in company, unless I like it the better.
Then said Christian to Hopeful (but softly), "Did I not tell you he cared not for our company? But, however," said he, "come up, and let us talk away the time in this solitary place." Then, directing his speech to Ignorance, he said, "Come how do you? How stands it between God and your soul now?"
Ignor. I hope well; for I am always full of good thoughts, that come into my mind to comfort me as I walk.
Chris. What good motions? pray tell us.
Ignor. Why, I think of God and heaven.
Chris. So do the devils and lost souls.