He whispered in the drunkard's ear. The man lifted his head, and stared with red, brutish eyes.
"What is that?" he cried.
"Your mother was pure and holy. She died to give you her life. What will it be like on the day she asks for it again?"
The man raised an averting arm. There was a stare of horror in his eyes.
"I know you, you devil. Your name is Conscience."
The Soul looked at the Speaker. "I do not know," he answered simply; "but I believe in God."
"In the love of God?"
"In the love of God."
"He dwells everywhere?"
"Everywhere."