The Stranger looked in the direction from which the voice came.
'Stand up!'
The student stood up. He was a young man of about twenty-four, with a shrewd, earnest face. In his hand he held an open note-book.
'Always the world seeks for a sign; without a sign it will not believe--nor with a sign. What demonstration would you have of Me?'
'Are you a doctor, sir?'
'I am a healer of men.'
'With what degree?'
'One you know not of.'
'Yet I thought I knew something of all degrees.'
'Not all. Young man, you will find the world easy, heaven hard. Yet because there are many here like unto you, I will show to you a sign; exhibit My degree.'