same purpose. They wished to have their emotions played upon; they
wished also to be reassured about life; they wished to confuse this
dramatic emotion with a sincere desire for salvation. They wished, it is
true, to be good, but they wished, a great deal more, to be dramatically
stirred.

Olva was reminded of the tensity of the atmosphere at a bull-fight that
he had once seen in Madrid. Here again was the same intensity. . . .

He saw, therefore, in this first singing of the hymn, that this place,
this appeal, would be of no use in his own particular need. This
deliberate evoking of dramatic effect had nothing to do with that silent
consciousness of God. This place, this appeal, was fantastic, childish,
beside that event that had that afternoon sent Carfax into space. Let
these men hurry to the wood, let them find the sodden body, let them
face then the reality of Life. . . .

Again, as before in Hall, he was tempted to rise and cry out: "I have
killed Carfax. I have killed Carfax. What of all your theories now?"
That trembling ass, Bunning, singing now at the top of his voice,
shaking with the fervour of it, let him know that he had brought a
murderer to the sacred gathering--again Olva had to concentrate all his
mind, his force, his power upon the conquest of his nerves. For a moment
it seemed as though he would lose all control; he stood, his knees
quivering beneath him--then strength came back to him.

After the hymn the address. There was tense, rapt silence. The little
voice went on, soft, low, sweet, pleading, very clear. There must be
many men who had not yet found God. There were those, perhaps, in the
Church tonight who had not even thought about God. There were those
again who, maybe, had some crime on their conscience and did not know
how to get rid of it. Would they not come to Christ and ask His help?

Stories were told. Story of the young man who cursed his mother, broke
his leg, and arrived home just too late to see her alive. Story of the
friend who died to save another friend, and how many souls were saved
by this self-sacrifice. Story of the Undergraduate who gambled and drank
and was converted by a barmaid and eventually became a Bishop.

All these examples of God's guidance. Then, for an instant, there is a
great silence. The emotion is now beating in waves against the wall. The
faces are whiter now, hands are clenched, lips bitten. Suddenly there
leaps upon them all that gentle voice, now a t