r moral superior,
and many of them are her superiors in intellect and true knowledge, if
they are not so familiar with London scandal. Mr. Graham says that in the
kingdom of heaven every superior is a ruler, for there to rule is to
raise, and a man's rank is his power to uplift."

"I would I were in the kingdom of heaven if it be such as you and Mr.
Graham take it for!" said Clementina.

"You must be in it, my lady, or you couldn't wish it to be such as it is."

"Can one then be in it, and yet seem to be out of it, Malcolm?"

"So many are out of it that seem to be in it, my lady, that one might well
imagine it the other way with some."

"Are you not uncharitable, Malcolm?"

"Our Lord speaks of many coming up to His door confident of admission,
whom yet He sends from Him. Faith is obedience, not confidence."

"Then I do well to fear."

"Yes, my lady, so long as your fear makes you knock the louder."

"But if I be in, as you say, how can I go on knocking?"

"There are a thousand more doors to knock at after you are in, my lady. No
one content to stand just inside the gate will be inside it long. But it
is one thing to be in, and another to be satisfied that we are in. Such a
satisfying as comes from our own feelings may, you see from what our Lord
says, be a false one. It is one thing to gather the conviction for
ourselves, and another to have it from God. What wise man would have it
before He gives it? He who does what his Lord tells him is in the kingdom,
if every feeling of heart and brain told him he was out. And his Lord will
see that he knows it one day. But I do not think, my lady, one can ever be
quite sure until the King himself has come in to sup with him, and has let
him know that he is altogether one with Him."

During the talk of which this is the substance they reached the Seaton,
and Malcolm took her to see his grandfather.

"Taal and faer and chentle and coot!" murmured the old man as he held her
hand for a moment in his. With a start of suspicion he dropped it, and
cried out in alarm, "She'll not pe a Cam'ell, Malcolm?"

"Na, na, daddy--far frae that," answered Malcolm.

"Then my laty will pe right welcome to Tuncan's heart," he replied, and
taking her hand again led her to a chair.

When they left she expressed herself charmed with the piper, but when she
learned the cause of his peculiar behavior at first she looked grave, and
found his feeling difficult to understand.

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