But what scenes of hell the Bishop's eyes had seen, I knew not, for he seemed too stunned to speak about them.
Once, the feeling strong upon me that my little world and all the world was turning over, I thought of Ernest as the cause of it; and also I thought, "We were so happy and peaceful before he came!" And the next moment I was aware that the thought was a treason against truth, and Ernest rose before me transfigured, the apostle of truth, with shining brows and the fearlessness of one of Gods own angels, battling for the truth and the right, and battling for the succor of the poor and lonely and oppressed.

And then there arose before me another figure, the Christ! He, too, had taken the part of the lowly and oppressed, and against all the established power of priest and pharisee.

And I remembered his end upon the cross, and my heart contracted with a pang as I thought of Ernest.

Was he, too, destined for a cross ?--he, with his clarion call and war-noted voice, and all the fine man's vigor of him! And in that moment I knew that I loved him, and that I was melting with desire to comfort him.

I thought of his life.