'You cannot enter His presence uninvited.'
'Can't we? I think you are mistaken. Is He in that room? Stand aside and let me see.'
'You may not pass.'
'Don't be silly. We're in no mood for manners. Will you move, or must I make you? Do you hear? Come away.'
He laid his hand upon the girl's shoulder. As he did so the Stranger stood in the open door. When they saw Him, and perceived how in silence He regarded them, they drew a little back, as if perplexed. Then Walters spoke:
'I'm told that you are Christ.'
'What has Christ to do with you, or you with Christ?'
'That's not an answer to my question. However, without entering into the question of who you are, it seems that you can work wonders when you choose.'
There was a pause as if for a reply. The Stranger was still, so Walters went on.
'We represent a number of persons who are as the sands of the sea for multitude, the victims of man's injustice and of God's.'