As days run on and sins grow black I cannot warn you now against the wrath to come.
But though you are not my child, though you are this man's wife, I will pray for you.' 'And for him ?' 'I do not know.

I cannot say.

Who am I that I should venture to pray specially for a stranger?
That His way may be shown to all sinners;--thus will I pray for him.

And it will be shown.

Though whether he will walk in it,--who can say that ?' So much was true of John Caldigate, no doubt, and is true of all; but there was a tone in her voice which implied that in regard to this special sinner there could be very little hope indeed.
'Why should you think that he is bad, mamma ?' 'We are all bad.