chism. Sow Mr. Enrol often
flores me with his texts. But I down't bear him any malice, you know,
nor any malice to dogma, so long as it's the dogma of the Holy
Scriptures; because that is just like the verse I quoted, it says what
is true of a thing in itself, or in its relation to man. To reject that
sort of dogma is to reject the truth."

"Still," replied the lawyer, "a man in a burning desert, or who had been
sunstruck, might curse the sun."

"Very true; but you know how wrong is the motto _ex uno disce omnes_.
Believe that, and we are all scoundrels, because your Grinstun man was
once under this roof."

"There are, however, many ecclesiastical dogmas professedly taken from
the Bible, against which good men, and earnest seekers after truth,
rebel."

"Of course! Mr. Errol says--I do wish he were a Churchman, he is such a
thoughtful, clever fellow--he says prejudice, imperfect induction, a
wrong application of deductive logic, and one-sided interpretation,
down't you know, literal, figurative, and all that sort of thing, are
causes of false dogmatic assertions."

"My friend Wilkinson, who is a long way past me in these matters, thinks
the dogmatists forget that Revelation was a gradual thing, that the ages
it came to were like classes in a graded school, and each class got only
as much as it could understand, both mentally and morally; and as, of
course, it was able to express."

"Yes; Errol says the same, but with exceptions; because the prophets
said a whowle lot of things they didn't understand. But, my dear fellow,
whatever is the matter with your hands and face? You're burnt, you pore
sowl, and never said a word about it. Come on here, I saye; come on!"

Mr. Perrowne laid hold on the lawyer's arm, and dragged him into the
hall. "Miss Marjorie!" he called; "hi! Miss Carmichael, come along here,
quick, I beg of you, please." The lady invoked came running out of the
breakfast room, looking very pretty in her fright. "Look here, Miss
Marjorie, at our pore friend's hands and face, all got by saving you
ladies from being burnt alive."

Miss Carmichael exhibited great concern, and took the patient, who
insisted his wounds were nothing to make a fuss over, into the work
room, setting him down, with the pressure of her two hands on his broad
shoulders, in a comfortable chair between a sewing machine and a small
table. Then she brought warm water, and sponged the hands, anointed the
wounds with some home-made prep