"When they are assembled for doubtful purposes."
"Or gathered in a place where the wrong colours are displayed," I added. "I must not go there."
"There was no false banner hung out on the Academic Building the other night," he said humorously.
But I knew my King's banner was not either. I knew people did not think of Him there, nor work for Him, and would have been very much surprised to hear any one speak of Him. Say it was innocent amusement; people did not want Him with them there; and where He was not, I did not wish to be. But I could not tell all this to Mr. Thorold. He was not contented, however, without an answer.
"How was it?" he asked.
"You cannot understand me and you may laugh at me," I said.
"Why may I not understand you?" he asked deferentially.
"I suppose, because you do not understand something else," I said; "and you cannot, Mr. Thorold, until you know what the love of Jesus is, and what it is to care for His honour and His service more than for anything else in the world."
"But are they compromised?" he asked. "That is the thing. You see, I want you back at the hop."
"I would like to come," said I; "but I must not."