"We have erred and strayed from Thy ways like lost sheep. We have left undone what we ought to have done, and have done that which we ought not to have done, and there is no health in us."
"That's it, Ken," said the old man; "that's just it!"
"But the Lord Jesus came to save the lost sheep, father. He will save you, if you ask Him. He died for sinners, you know."
"Yes, Kenneth, yes; but I don't know how to ask Him. What shall I say?"
"Say this, father—
"'Just as I am without one plea,
But that Thy Blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come.'"
The old man repeated the words after his son, and many and many a time during the day, as Captain Fortescue sat beside him, he heard him saying softly—
"O Lamb of God, I come."
Kenneth Fortescue never went to bed that night, he sat holding his dying father's hand.
Watson did her best to get rid of him, but in vain; he insisted upon remaining where he was. The old butler also crept into the room, and sat watching his master from the foot of the bed.