it--and what's more, I learnt not to care for it.
It's a bold word--there's one who knows whether or not it is a true
one.'

'Good Heavens!--and what then did you say to yourself?'

'I said this, sir--or rather, one came as I was on my knees, and
said it to me--What's done you can't mend. What's left, you can.
Whatever has happened is God's concern now, and none but His. Do
you see that as far as you can no such thing ever happen again, on
the face of His earth. And from that day, sir, I gave myself up to
that one thing, and will until I die, to save the poor young fellows
like myself, who are left now-a-days to the Devil, body and soul,
just when they are in the prime of their power to work for God.'

'Ah!' said Lancelot--'if poor Luke's spirit were but as strong as
yours!'

'I strong?' answered he, with a sad smile; 'and so you think, sir.
But it's written, and it's true--"The heart knoweth its own
bitterness."'

'Then you absolutely refuse to try to fancy your--his present
state?'

'Yes, sir, because if I did fancy it, that would be a certain sign I
didn't know it. If we can't conceive what God has prepared for
those that we know loved Him, how much less can we for them of whom
we don't know whether they loved Him or not?'

'Well,' thought Lancelot to himself, 'I did not do so very wrong in
trusting your intellect to cut through a sophism.'

'But what do you believe, Tregarva?'

'I believe this, sir--and your cousin will believe the same, if he
will only give up, as I am sore afraid he will need to some day,
sticking to arguments and doctrines about the Lord, and love and
trust the Lord himself. I believe, sir, that the judge of all the
earth will do right--and what's right can't be wrong, nor cruel
either, else it would not be like Him who loved us to the death,
that's all I know; and that's enough for me. To whom little is
given, of him is little required. He that didn't know his Master's
will, will be beaten with few stripes, and he that did know it, as I
do, will be beaten with many, if he neglects it--and that latter,
not the former, is my concern.'

'Well,' thought Lancelot to himself, 'this great heart has gone down
to the root of the matter--the right and wrong of it. He, at least,
has not forgotten God. Well, I would give up all the Teleologies
and cosmogonies that I ever dreamt or read, just to believe what he
believes--Heigho and well-a-day!--Paul!