"How expensive?"
"Three dollars."
"Do you call that expensive for what you promise it will do?"
When Carolina looked at him, he saw that she was smiling, but there were tears in her eyes. And he understood.
"You only said that to try me."
And she nodded. Her heart was too full of mingled emotions for her to speak. She had loved, despised, been proud of, and mortified for this man,--all with poignant, pungent vehemence,--during this three-hour ride, and at the last he had humbled and rebuked her by his childlike readiness to believe the greatest truth of the ages. She sat her horse, biting her lips to keep back the tears.
"Give me just one fact to go on," he begged.
"Do you read your Bible?"
"I used to, till I found I was getting not to believe in it. Then I stopped for my dead father's sake. He believed in it implicitly."
"Then you have read the fourteenth chapter of John?"