"Well, sir, he knew there was a life after death. He saw the angels, sir."
"Did he tell you so, Simpson?"
"Yes, sir, he did. He was a very ignorant man, sir, but he knew. Besides, sir—excuse me for saying so—but aren't your opinions very foolish, sir?"
"I dare say," I replied. "But to what particular opinions do you refer?"
"Opinions about dying, sir. If a watchmaker makes a watch, he makes it keep time, doesn't he?"
"Yes," I replied; "but if one of the wheels doesn't fit, the watch stops, and somehow my inside wheels don't fit, or rather they are made of poor material, Simpson."
"Of course, sir, it is not for me to contradict you, but I don't think you have been well educated, sir."
"My teachers are doubtless to blame, but the worst of it is your Vicar here seems to know nothing for certain, neither do your preachers at Chapel. It is all a matter of guesswork."
"Yes, sir, I know I cannot answer you properly, sir, but I do not believe Almighty God is a fool."
"What do you mean, Simpson?"