"For God's sake, come; follow me!"
So saying, he went away. I immediately took up my hat, and ran after him down the side of the square, and noticing the gate where he turned in, I walked leisurely to the same place, and found him in the passage of his house panting for breath. He had run so fast that he could not speak, but made a sign to me to go upstairs; then pointing to a door, he bade me go in. On doing so, I saw at once it was a sick-chamber, and found myself alone in the presence of a lady, who was sitting up in the bed. I bowed to her, and said, "Can I help you?"
She said, "Oh, no! it is too late!"
"Too late for what?"
"I am dying; I am lost! I am lost! It is too late—too late!"
"But Christ came, and is present, to-save the lost."
"Oh, yes! I know all that. I taught it to others, but I never believed it myself. And now it is too late: I am lost!"
"Then believe it now! Why not 'now'?"
"Because it is too late!"
"While there is life there is hope! Lose no more time. 'God so loved the world, that He gave His only-begotten Son, that whosoever believeth on Him should not perish'" (John 3:16).