David did not like the turn the conversation had taken, and he did not like the next better.
“There is a great responsibility resting on you, David, with regard to the people among whom your lot is cast. It is to be hoped they’ll be led to think more, and not less, of the Master you serve from your walk and conversation.”
David made no answer.
“David,” said Miss Bethia, “have you been living a Christian life since you came here? Such a life as would have given comfort to your father, if he had been here to see it? Have you been keeping your armour bright, David?”
“I have been trying, Miss Bethia,” said David.
“Well, it is something to have been trying. It is something not to be led away. But have you been content with that? You have a battle to fight—a work to do in just the spot you stand in, and if you are faithful, you may help that unstable youth to stand on firmer ground than his feet have found yet.”
David shook his head.
“You don’t know me, Miss Bethia, nor him, or you would not say that.”
“Your father would have made it his business to do him good.”
“But I am not like my father, very far from that.”