"To die so will be terrible, sir; in, short, it will be hell."
"Do not put it in the future tense, Mr. Harman, for you that day is past."
"I mean that even now, though you know it not, you are no longer in the far country. You are the prodigal son if you like, but you are on the road back to the Father. You are on the homeward road, and the Father is looking out for you. When you come to die you will not be alone, the hand of God will hold yours, and the smile of a forgiving God will say to you, as the blessed Jesus said once to a poor sinful woman, who yet was not half as great a sinner as you are, 'Thy sins, which are many, are forgiven thee.'"
"You believe then in the greatness of my sin?"
"I believe, I know that your sin was enormous; but so also is your repentance."
"God knows I repent," answered Mr. Harman.
"Yes; when you asked me to visit you, and when you poured out that story in my ears, your long repentance and anguish of heart were beginning to find vent."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that you will make reparation."