'My dear, what difference?' asked Mrs. Dallas helplessly.
'It was nominal merely.'
'And now?'
'Now it is not nominal; it is real. I have come to know and love my Master. I am His for life and death; and now His commands seem the pleasantest things in the world to me.'
'But you obeyed them always?'
'No, mamma, I did not. I obeyed nothing, in the last resort, but my own supreme will.'
'But, Pitt, you say you have come to know; what time has there been for any such change?'
'Not much time,' he replied; 'and I cannot tell how it is; but it seemed as if, so soon as I had given up the struggle and yielded, scales fell from my eyes. I cannot tell how it was; but all at once I seemed to see the beauty of Christ, which I never saw before; and, mamma, the sight has filled me with joy. Nothing now to my mind is more reasonable than His demands, or more delightful than yielding obedience to them.'
'Demands? what demands?' said Mrs. Dallas.
Her son repeated the words with which the twelfth chapter of Romans begins.