“I don't understand the dual nature of Jesus. But when one reads His life it is easy to believe in His divinity.” After a moment the young man added: “In one way we're all divine sons of God, aren't we?”
James was shocked. “Where do you get such notions? None of our people were infidels.”
“Am I one?”
“You ought to take advantage of this chance. It's not right to set your opinion up against those that know better.”
“And that's what I'm doing, isn't it?” Jeff smiled. “Can't help it. I reckon I can't be saved by my emotions. It's going to be a life job.”
James gave him up, but he sent another Senior to make a last attempt. The young man was Thurston Thomas and he had never exchanged six sentences with Jeff in his life. The unrepentant sinner sent him to the right about sharply.
“What the devil do you mean by running about officiously and bothering about other people's souls? Better look out for your own.”
Thomas, a scion of one of the best families in Verden, looked as if he had been slapped in the face.
“Why Farnum, I—I spoke for your good.”
“No, you didn't,” contradicted Jeff flatly. “You don't care a hang about me. You've never noticed me before. We're not friends. You've always disliked me. But you want the credit of bringing me into the fold. It's damned impertinent of you.”