'As she herself says, she has seen Him face to face. Wait till we also have seen Him face to face. God help us all!'
The Rev. Martin Philipps fidgeted.
'Without wishing to countenance any extravagant theories, it is plain that something very strange has happened to Mrs. Powell. I trust that we ourselves are incurring no unnecessary risks.'
Mr. Jebb, who also had come with Mr. Treadman, regarded the speaker in a manner which was not flattering.
'You religious people are always thinking of yourselves. It is because you are afraid of what will happen to what you call your souls that you try to delude yourselves with the pretence that you believe; regarding faith as a patent medicine warranted to cure all ills. You might find indifference to self a safer recipe.'
Picking up Mrs. Powell from where she still lay upon the floor, he placed her in a chair.
'My good lady, the proper place for you is in bed.' He called to the maid: 'See that your mistress is put to bed at once, and a doctor sent for.'
'A doctor,' cried Mr. Treadman, 'when the Great Healer Himself is upstairs!'
'You appear to ignore the fact that, according to your creed, the Great Healer, as you call him, metes out not rewards only, but punishments as well. He is not a doctor to whom you have only to offer a fee to command his services.'
'General' Robins caught at the words.