In the end, however, I was awakened by a cold, soft voice, the sound of which seemed to flow through my veins like ice, that addressed me in our own rough English tongue, spoken as you and I learned it at our nurses' knees.
"'To what god were you praying just now, Andrew Arnold ?' "'Oh, sir,' I answered, 'how do you, who dwell in Cathay, where I am a stranger, know my language and my name ?' "He lifted his cold eyes and looked at me, and I felt them pierce into the depths of my soul.

'In the same way that I know your heart,' he said.

'But do not ask questions.

Answer them, that I may learn whether you are a true man or a liar.' "'I was praying to Christ,' I faltered, 'the Saviour of us all.' "'A great God, Andrew Arnold, and a pure, though His followers are few in the world as yet.

But do you think that He can save you from Me, as you were asking Him to do ?' "'He can save my soul,' I replied, plucking up courage, who would not deny the Lord even in a devil's den.
"'Ah! your soul.