The next day Ernest and the Doctor were alone in the study. The former seemed to be a little restless, like a man who wishes to say something, but knows not how to begin; the latter was tranquil as usual, poring over his theological books. Ernest would try to read, and then glance up uneasily at the calm old man upon whose open face God had put the seal of honesty. Ernest became fidgety. But presently he spoke:
“Will you give me your attention just a moment, Doctor?”
“Certainly; I am at your service,” replied the Doctor, laying his open book on the table.
“You believe the Confession of Faith?” asked Ernest with a merry twinkle, which escaped the preacher’s notice.
“Undoubtedly, I do.”
“Yesterday you said you believed that God ordained whatsoever comes to pass.”
“Yes, I believe that, too.”
“Without exception?”
“Yes,” replied the Doctor, unsuspiciously.