“But in such a way. I like ambition. I would like to do something in the world myself.”
“The man, or woman, or child, who does the will of God is every day doing something in the world,” he said, seriously.
For a moment she was silenced, then urged by her own discontent she burst out:—
“But five hundred or a thousand people might as well listen to you, and be influenced by your ‘strength and simplicity,’ as this handful of Bensalem.”
“The perfect Teacher was more than once content with but one listener.”
“Yes; but his sermon was written and handed down to all the ages,” she answered, in a flash.
“If one life here in Bensalem is moved, and another life moved by that, who can tell how far down the ages the influence may go? Beside, that is not my care,” he said, in his rested voice.
“But wouldn’t you, now, candidly, rather influence ten hundred lives than one hundred?”
“Candidly, I would.”
“And, yet, you have refused a call to Maverick, and stay stupidly here.”