"Just one moment longer—won't you come again? I have a favor to ask of you, but the moments have slipped away so rapidly I have not had time to say all I want. Tell me, do you not think I have sinned past all forgiveness, and should become an outcast from Oaklands and its master? Is that the old-fashioned Christianity the Bible teaches?"
"I cannot say that it is not."
"Do you not say every day 'Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us?'"
"Yes. But the one who has done the wrong is commanded to do his or her part also, to bring forth fruits showing their repentance."
"Am I not about to do that when I humble myself, as I shall do at the first suitable opportunity, to that proud man?"
"Are you not suing for more than that? Have you come here merely to be forgiven?"
"You must not turn inquisitor. I have not, however, offended against you, therefore you will come to see me again. Shall we say to-morrow? I seem to feel as if Oaklands and Mr. Winthrop were brought near to me when you are present."
"I cannot promise to come again this week, at least."
"Shall we say next Monday then? But it seems such a long time to wait. I was not trained to patience in childhood, and I find it a difficult task, learning it now."
"Unless something unforeseen should happen to prevent, you may look for me on Monday next." I promised, feeling a sort of pity for her in her lonely condition.