"I am not a qualified judge of sermons," he said, "but I would a hundred times rather read the Gospel of John."
"Are you still reading it?" said Winifred,
"Yes."
"I wish we might read it together," she said wistfully.
"We might," he said. "Shall we begin to-day?"
"By all means. But I can't read Greek," she added doubtfully. She had observed the Greek Testament with its fresh markings.
He laughed. "But fortunately I can read English," he said. And so it was arranged.
CHAPTER VIII
NOT OF THE WORLD
That afternoon found Hubert and Winifred with their books, looking about for the most suitable place to read. Somnolent sounds from the couch in the library warned them not to locate there. They decided on a cool window-seat in the drawing-room overlooking the garden. There they settled themselves and found their places. It was decided to begin at the point Hubert had reached, which was the seventeenth chapter. Before beginning to read Hubert shaded his eyes with his hand for a moment to ask, as had become his wont since he first sought to know God, for light upon the Word. Winifred understood the act and joined him silently.