"Every one who will take the conditions. It depends upon that. There are conditions."
"What conditions, Mr. Rhys?"
"Do you know who did this for you?"
"No."
"It is the Lord himself—the Lord Jesus Christ—the Lord of glory. He thought it not robbery to be equal with God; but he made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men; and being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself and became obedient unto death—even the death of the cross. So now he is exalted a Prince and a Saviour—able to save all who will accept his conditions."
"What are the conditions, Mr. Rhys?"
"You must be his servant. And you must trust all your little heart and life to him."
"I must be his servant?" said Julia.
"Yes, heart and soul, to obey him. And you must trust him to forgive you and save you for his blood's sake."
Doubtless there had been something in the speaker himself that had held the child's attention so fast all this while. Her eyes had never wandered from his face; she had stood in docile wise looking at him and answering his questions and listening, won by the commentary she read in his face on what her friend was saying. A strange light kindled in it as he spoke; there were lines of affection and tenderness that came in the play of lips and eyes; and when he named his Master, there had shined in his face as it were the reflection of the glory he alluded to. Julia's eyes were not the only ones that had been held; though it was only Julia's tongue that said anything in reply. Standing now and looking still into the face she had been reading, her words were an unconscious rendering of what she found there.