"Well, my friend?"
"You're a clergyman?"
"Yes."
"So was I once. If you had known, just now, that I was a felon two days ago released from the penitentiary, what would you have said to me? Guilty, when I went in, remember. A thief."
The man was silent, looking in Yarrow's face. Then he put his hand on his arm.
"Shall I tell you?"
"Go on."
"I would have said, that, if ever you preach God's truth again, you will have learned a deeper lesson than I."
If he meant to startle the man's soul into life, he had done it. He a teacher, who hardly knew if that good God lived!
"Let me go," he cried, breaking loose from the other's hand.