CHAPTER XVII.
THE PARLOR AGAIN.
Faber had never made any effort to believe in a divine order of things--indeed he had never made strenuous effort to believe in any thing.

It had never at all occurred to him that it might be a duty to believe.

He was a kindly and not a repellent man, but when he doubted another, he doubted him; it never occurred to him that perhaps he ought to believe in that man.

There must be a lack of something, where a man's sense of duty urges him mainly to denial.

His existence is a positive thing--his main utterance ought to be positive.