We might stomach a God who would save orthodox burglars along with orthodox bishops, but not one who saved unbaptised infants and adults of unsound doctrine.

Dear, dear, yes! We must have a God with a little human spite in Him or He seems to be spineless." "A hopeless cynic," declared the soft voice of the Catholic--"it's the Unitarianism working out of him, mind you!" "So glad to have met you!" continued the same good man to Bernal.

"Your words are conducive to thought--you're an earnest, decent lad at all events." But Bernal scarcely heard them or identified the speakers.

They were to him but so many noisy wheels of the vast machine, each revolving as it must.

His whole body seemed to send electric sparks of repulsion out to them to drive them away as quickly as might be.