“‘Vessels of wrath fitted to destruction!’—a strong and noble phrase. Who are your vessels of wrath, Coleman?”
Caillaud and Pauline saw a little light, but it was speedily eclipsed again.
“The unregenerate.”
“Who are they?”
“Those whom God has not called.”
“Castlereagh, Liverpool, Sidmouth, and the rest of the gang, for example?”
Zachariah felt that the moment had come.
“Yes, yes; but not only they. More than they. God help me if I deny the Cross of Christ—all of us into whose hearts God’s grace has not been poured—we, you, all of us, if we have not been born of the Spirit and redeemed by the sacrifice of His Son.”
Zachariah put in the “us” and the “we,” it will be observed. It was a concession to blunt the sharpness of that dreadful dividing-line.
“We? Not yourself, Caillaud, and Pauline?”