"It would be very easy to forgive her, if I could think differently," said Rotha.
"It occurs to me—Those words you began to quote,—they run, I think, 'If thy brother hath ought against thee.' Is that the case here?"
"Yes, ma'am, because I charged her with what she had done; and she did not excuse herself; and I thought I had a right to be angry—very angry; but when I came to those words in my reading, I remembered that though I had so much against her, she had a little against me; because I had not spoken just right. And then I knew I ought to confess it and make an apology; and I was so angry I could not."
"And do you feel so now?" Mrs. Mowbray asked after a slight pause.
"Just the same."
"Do you think you are a Christian, Rotha?"
"No, ma'am. I know—a Christian does His commandments," the girl answered low.
"Do you want to be a Christian?"
"Yes, ma'am, if I could; but how can I?"
"You cannot, while your will goes against God's will."