"Did you think you did?"
"But how can one know him, Mr. Masters?"
"There is only one way. It is said, 'God, who created the light out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the glory of the knowledge of Christ.'"
"How?"
"I cannot tell. As the sun rises over the hills, and suddenly the gold of it is upon everything, and the warmth of it."
"When?"
"I don't know that either," said Mr. Masters, gently touching Diana's brow, as one touches a child's, with caressing fingers. "He says: 'Ye shall find me when ye shall search for me with all your heart.'—'If thou criest after knowledge, and liftest up thy voice for understanding; if thou seekest her as silver, and searchest for her as for hid treasures; then shalt thou understand the fear of the Lord, and find the knowledge of God.'"
Diana sat still awhile and neither of them spoke; then she said, speaking more lightly:
"I think you have preached a beautiful sermon, Mr. Masters."
"It's a beautiful sermon," assented the minister; "but how much effect will it have?"