'But I do not see how any one is to have certainty, Mr. Pitt,' Betty said. 'One cannot see into the future.'
'It is only necessary to believe, in the present.'
'Believe what?'
'The word of the King, who promised,—"Whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die." The love that came down here to die for us will never let slip any poor creature that trusts it.'
'Yes; but suppose one cannot trust so?' objected Betty.
'Then there is probably a reason for it. Disobedience, even partial disobedience, cannot perfectly trust.'
'How can sinful creatures do anything perfectly, Pitt?' his mother asked, almost angrily.
'Mamma,' said he gravely, 'you trust me so.'
Mrs. Dallas made no reply to that; and they moved on, surveying the chapels. The good lady bowed her head in solemn approbation when shown the place whence the bodies of Cromwell and others of his family and friends were cast out after the Restoration. 'They had no business to be there,' she assented.
'Where were they removed to?' Betty asked.