"But what?"
"It makes no difference. I cannot feel that I am accepted. I know that I am not."
"How do you know it? Excuse me if I ask very close questions," continued the doctor, as Letty did not answer. "We are old friends, and I want to help you if I can. Let me ask you if you are sure that no cherished sin is keeping you from God?"
"That is it," said Letty. "I know there is." She paused a moment, and then added, abruptly, "I cannot forgive Agnes! I feel as though she had murdered my Alick. I would not forgive her, at first. I would not even go to see her when her child died, though my conscience upbraided me and I felt that I ought to overcome that feeling. And now I cannot forgive her!—I cannot!"
"Do you wish to forgive her?" said the doctor, with one of his penetrating looks. "Would you do so if you could?"
"I don't know."
"But you do know," returned the doctor, in a kind but decided tone; "or you can know if you will. Don't try to deceive yourself. You know that God can give you the power to forgive Agnes. Observe, I don't say that you feel it or realize it; that is quite another matter. But you do know it, because you know that he can do all things."
"Yes," said Letty: "I know it, certainly."
"Well, now, are you willing he should do it? Are you willing to forgive Agnes if he gives you the power to do so?"
Letty was silent for a few minutes.