The Holy Spirit had come at last, and Gray knew that one of the great prayers of his life was going to be answered.
And Rachel her singing was the best, most wonderful, that Virginia or Jasper Chase had ever known.

They came together again tonight, this time with Dr.West, who had spent all his spare time that week in the Rectangle with some charity cases.

Virginia was at the organ, Jasper sat on a front seat looking up at Rachel, and the Rectangle swayed as one man towards the platform as she sang: "Just as I am, without one plea, But that Thy blood was shed for me, And that Thou bidst me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come, I come." Gray hardly said a word.

He stretched out his hand with a gesture of invitation.

And down the two aisles of the tent, broken, sinful creatures, men and women, stumbled towards the platform.