St.Paul could go forth without money in his purse or shoes to his feet or two suits to his back, and his poverty never stood in the way of his preaching, or hindered the veneration of the faithful.
St.Paul, indeed, was called upon to bear stripes, was flung into prison, encountered terrible dangers.

But Mr.Crawley,--so he told himself,--could have encountered all that without flinching.

The stripes and scorn of the unfaithful would have been nothing to him, if only the faithful would have believed in him, poor as he was, as they would have believed in him had he been rich! Even they whom he had most loved treated him almost with derision, because he was now different from them.

Dean Arabin had laughed at him because he had persisted in walking ten miles through the mud instead of being conveyed in the dean's carriage; and yet, after that, he had been driven to accept the dean's charity! No one respected him.

No one! His very wife thought that he was a lunatic.