A proselyte, above all men, should never be lukewarm.

They expected us to embrace the opportunity with fervour.

We might be massacred on the way, to be sure; but what did that matter?
We should be dying for the faith, and ought to be charmed at so splendid a prospect.
On the day-week after our arrival time chief Lama came to me at nightfall.

His face was serious.

He spoke to me through our accredited interpreter, the cook.