ny more lurking. Eyes that were bewildered,
astonished, inquiring, and also disturbed. 'What do you mean?' she said
helplessly.

'It comes to this,' said Pitt. 'If we are ready to obey the Bible, we
shall use not only our money, but our tongues and ourselves to do the
work which--you know--the Lord left to His disciples to do; make
disciples of every creature. It will be our one business.'

'How do you mean, our one business?'

'That to which we make all others subservient.'

'Subservient! Yes,' said Miss Frere. 'Subservient in a way; but that
does not mean that we should give up everything else for it.'

Pitt was silent.

'My dear boy,' said his mother anxiously, 'it seems to me you are
straining things quite beyond what is intended. We are not all meant to
be clergymen, are we?'

'That is not the point, mamma. The point is, what work is given us?'

'That work you speak of is clergymen's work.'

'Mamma, what is the command?'

'But that does not mean everybody.'

'Where is the excepting clause?'

'But, my dear, what would become of Society?'

'We may leave that. We are talking of obeying the Bible. I have given
you one instance. Now I will give you another. It is written over
here,' and he turned a few leaves,--'it is another word of Christ to
those whom He was teaching,--"If any man serve me, let him follow me."
Now here is a plain command; but what is it to follow Christ?'

'To imitate him, I suppose,' said Miss Frere, to whom he looked.

'In what?'

The young lady looked at him in silence, and then said, 'Why, we all
know what it means when we say that such a person or such a thing is
Christlike. Loving, charitable, kind'--

'But to _follow_ Him,--that is something positive and active. Literal
following a person is to go where he has gone, through all the paths
and to all the places. In the spiritual following, which is intended
here,--what is it? It is to do as He did, is it not? To have His aims
and purposes and views in life, and to carry them out logically.'

'What do you mean by "logically"?'

'According to their due and proper sequences.'

'Well, what are you driving at?' asked Miss Frere a little worriedly.

'I will tell you. But I do not mean to drive _you_,' he said, again
with a little laugh, as of self-recollection. 'Tell me to stop, if you
are tired of the subject.'

'I am not in the least tired; how could you think it? It always
delights me when people talk logically. I do not